My Fancies
The winds are faint; the leaves, not sure they blow,
Fall slumbering as they flutter to and fro.
So, drowsy fancies, out of dream you start,
To fall asleep again upon my heart.
Fall slumbering as they flutter to and fro.
So, drowsy fancies, out of dream you start,
To fall asleep again upon my heart.
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