The Little Ghosts

Where are they gone, and do you know
— If they come back at fall o' dew,
The little ghosts of long ago,
— That long ago were you?

And all the songs that ne'er were sung,
— And all the dreams that ne'er came true,
Like little children dying young —
— Do they come back to you?
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