there are tracts in my life that are bare and silent they are the opens paces where my busy days had their light and air the wind carries away ir glee the tinkling of your anklet bells the world mother keeps her seaat by you in your mother sheart and the fairy mistress of dreams is coming towards you tlying throughthe twilight sky with whatever you fiud you create youur glad games and why flowers are painteed in tints time and my strength over things l can never obtain lf people came to know where my king s palace is it would varishinto the air
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