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THE LITTLE GHOST

I knew her for a little ghost
That in my garden walked;
The wall is high—higher than most
And the green gate was locked.

And yet I did not think of that
Till after she was gone—
I knew her by the broad white hat,
All ruffed, she had on.

By the dear ruffles round her feet,
By her small hands that hung

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