Little Dreams

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Her dreams were like fireflies;
Glittering gems of amber

She caught them between her palm;
One winter night of December

They consoled her broken yesterday;
They gave hope for tomorrow

For though they were little;
They healed her every sorrow.

They were a peak into the future;
Though in veil the path lay

But her little dreams still sang a tune;
And her fears whispered away.

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