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    I think to myself,
    I play to myself,
  And nobody knows what I say to myself;
Here I am in the dark alone,
  What is it going to be?
I can think whatever I like to think,
I can play whatever I like to play,
I can laugh whatever I like to laugh,
  There’s nobody here but me.

I’m talking to a rabbit . . .
  I’m talking to the sun . . .