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My Little Dreams
(1880-1966 / Atlanta, Georgia)

My Little Dreams

I'm folding up my little dreams
Within my heart tonight,
And praying I may soon forget
The torture of their sight.

For time's deft fingers scroll my brow
With fell relentless art—
I'm folding up my little dreams
Tonight, within my heart.

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Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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Nicely expressed. A beautiful poem.