Just Turn On the Light
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sunlight Peeps over my windowsills, hesitating in case the windowpane drops and Hurts its delicate little fingers. It might It might, I cry, but you can stay after the window is shut you can stay! So it crawls in and stays, warm and wonderful, even after the window is shut, we sit and play but I hesitate to bask in case the curtain closes and Hurts my delicate little mind. Just turn on the light when I am gone, it tells me before shrinking away back out my window, Just turn on the light. But now it is dark and I cannot find the light switch.