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Three O'clock.

Three O'clock.

The Rooms were cold, the Hearth was grey:
Asleep in the ashes the Kobold lay.
The Board-Floor creaked,
The Grey-Mouse squeaked,
And the Kobold dreamed its ear he tweaked.
He wrinkled up
His Forehead and Nose,
And smiled in his sleep,
And curled his Toes.

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