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 The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson 
						When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head,
 And all my toys beside me lay,
 To keep me happy all the day.
 
 And sometimes for an hour or so
 I watched my leaden soldiers go,
 With different uniforms and drills,
 Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
 
 And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
 All up and down among the sheets;
 Or brought my trees and houses out,
 And planted cities all about.
 
 I was the giant great and still
 That sits upon the pillow-hill,
 And sees before him, dale and plain,
 The pleasant land of counterpane.
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