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IN A TENEMENT
I think our alley 's darker now
Since once I went away—
I can't exactly tell you how—
In a strange place to play
With other children like myself,
A whole long summer's day!
It was n't really there, I 'm sure—
That place so strange to me,
For nobody was cold or poor:
It just was green, and free,
And up above there seemed of blue
A million miles to be.
The fairies live there!—little Ruth
The lame girl told me so:
Yes; and I know it for a truth
That there the fairies go,
And cover over all the trees
With flowers white as snow.
The flowers made in Fairyland
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