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My little joys went by me / As little children run / Across the fields at sunset / When playing time is done.
And now alone at twilight / What is there may content / The heart that loved their laughter / And frolic merriment?
Ah well, who knows but still may dawn / Another fairer day / Wherein my little joys may come / A-dancing out to play.
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