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Child of the pure unclouded brow, and dreaming eyes of wonder! Through time be fleet, and I and thou, are half a life asunder. They loving smile will surely hail, the love-gift of a fairy-tale. I have not seen thy sunny face, nor heard they silver laughter; no thought of me shall find a place, in they young life’s hereafter—enough that now though wilt not fail, to listen to my fairytale.
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Child of the pure unclouded brow, and dreaming eyes of wonder! Through time be fleet, and I and thou, are half a life asunder. They loving smile will surely hail, the love-gift of a fairy-tale. I have not seen thy sunny face, nor heard they silver laughter; no thought of me shall find a place, in they young life’s hereafter—enough that now though wilt not fail, to listen to my fairytale.
