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CHILD AND MOTHER

And when I am tired I'll nestle my head
 In the bosom that's soothed me so often,
And the wide-awake stars shall sing in my stead
 A song which our dreaming shall soften.
So, Mother-My-Love, let me take your dear hand,
 And away through the starlight we'll wander—
Away through the mist to the beautiful land—
 The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder!

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