Poem: Tomorrow


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When on that flaxen falling sky

Where trees come reaching darkly

And fairies gather round mossy ground

Near elfin friend so merry be

‘Tis when the magic swirls and sparkles

With wishes dancing gayly

The humans sleeping soundly

Dreaming of the morrow

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