Caroling Dusk/My Little Dreams

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MY LITTLE DREAMS

I’m folding up my little dreams
 Within my heart tonight,
And praying I may soon forget
 The torture of their sight.

For time’s deft fingers scroll my brow
 With fell relentless art—
I’m folding up my little dreams
 Tonight, within my heart.

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