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'" "How strangely you talk," said the old clock. "Now, I'll warrant me that, if you wanted to, you could tell many a pretty and wonderful story. You must know many a Christmas tale; pray, tell us one to wear away this night of Christmas watching." HOW STRANGELY YOU TALK SAID THE OLD CLOCK NOW I'LL WARRANT ME THAT IF YOU WANTED TO YOU COULD TELL MANY A PRETTY AND WONDERFUL STORY YOU MUST KNOW MANY A CHRISTMAS TALE PRAY TELL US ONE TO WEAR AWAY THIS NIGHT OF CHRISTMAS WATCHING
kable story," said the old clock. "But if you believe in Santa Claus, why aren't you in bed?" "That's where I shall be presently," answered the little mauve mouse, "but I must have my scamper, you know. It is very pleasant, I assure you, to frolic in the light of the moon; only I cannot understand why you are always so cold and so solemn and so still, you pale, pretty little moonbeam." "Indeed, I do not know that I am so," said the moonbeam. "But I am very old, and I have travelled many, many leagues, and I have seen wondrous things. Sometimes I toss upon the ocean, sometimes I fall upon a slumbering flower, sometimes I rest upon a dead child's face. I see the fairies at their play, and I hear mothers singing lullabies. Last night I swept across the frozen bosom of a river. A woman's face looked up at me; it was the picture of eternal rest. 'She is sleeping,' said the frozen river. 'I rock her to and fro, and sing to her. Pass gently by, O moonbeam; pass gently by, lest you awaken her.  DIDN'T BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS WELL THAT IS A REMARKABLE STORY SAID THE OLD CLOCK BUT IF YOU BELIEVE IN SANTA CLAUS WHY AREN'T YOU IN BED THAT'S WHERE I SHALL BE PRESENTLY ANSWERED THE LITTLE MOVE MOUSE BUT I MUST HAVE MY SCAMPER YOU KNOW IT IS VERY PLEASANT I ASSURE YOU TO FROLIC IN THE LIGHT OF THE MOON ONLY I CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY YOU ARE ALWAYS SO COLD AND SO SOLEMN AND SO STILL YOU PALE PRETTY LITTLE MOONBEAM INDEED I DO NOT KNOW THAT I AM SO SAID THE MOONBEAM BUT I AM VERY OLD AND I HAVE TRAVELLED MANY MANY LEAGUES AND I HAVE SEEN WONDROUS THINGS SOMETIMES I TOSS UPON THE OCEAN SOMETIMES I FALL UPON A SLUMBERING FLOWER SOMETIMES I REST UPON A DEAD CHILD'S FACE I SEE THE FAIRIES AT THEIR PLAY AND I HEAR MOTHERS SINGING LULLABIES LAST NIGHT I SWEPT ACROSS THE FROZEN BOSOM OF A RIVER A WOMAN'S FACE LOOKED UP AT ME IT WAS THE PICTURE OF ETERNAL REST SHE IS SLEEPING SAID THE FROZEN RIVER I ROCK HER TO AND FRO AND SING TO HER PASS GENTLY BY O MOONBEAM PASS GENTLY BY LEST YOU AWAKEN HER
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