Sweet Dreams
Chestnut hair
Hues of gold
Transforms to dust
Settles there in
Eyes umber
Index finger
Traces ear
Guides titian tresses
In channel there
Eyes slumber
She goes to a place
Where little girls dream
She goes to a place
Where little boys dare
Ne’er enter
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