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Georgia Douglas Johnson

MY LITTLE DREAMS

I'm folding up my little dreams
Within my heart to-night,
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
To-night, within my heart!

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