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SONGS FOR A LITTLE HOUSE


BAYBERRY CANDLES

DEAR sweet, when dusk comes up the hill, The fire leaps high with golden prongs; I place along the chimney sill. The tiny candles of my songs.

And though unsteadily they burn, As evening shades from grey to blue

Like candles they will surely learn

To shine more clear, for love of you.

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