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In the quiet midnight

Moonbeams slipping through the pane,

I lie at peace and listen

To the spattering of rain.

The newsman said it's probable,

We'll be desperate for meat.

The papers say pure water

Will soon become a treat.

I've tried to share my good news

But the vision none can see.

That someday soon a Charming Prince

Is coming to rescue me!