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MY LITTLE DREAMS
I'm folding up my little dreamsWithin my heart tonight,And praying I may soon forgetThe torture of their sight.
For time's deft fingers scroll my browWith fell relentless art—I'm folding up my little dreamsTonight, within my heart.

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