F r a n :W h a t a b o u t a t h o m e , i s t h e r e a n y t h i n gw e c a n d o ne g h b o u r h o o d s ? 63(T) .t: When at home alorreI sit Throughthat forestI can pass And am very tired of it, Till, as in a looking-glass, I havejust to shut rry eyes Hummingfly and da'sytree To go sailingthroughthe skies- And my tiny self I see, To go sailingfar away Paintedvery clearand neat To the pleasantLandof Play; On the rain-poolat my feet To the fairy land afar Shoulda leafletcome to land Where the LittlePeopleare; Driftingnearto where I stand,
F r a n :W h a t a b o u t a t h o m e , i s t h e r e a n y t h i n gw e c a n d o ne g h b o u r h o o d s ? 63(T) .t: When at home alorreI sit Throughthat forestI can pass And am very tired of it, Till, as in a looking-glass, I havejust to shut rry eyes Hummingfly and da'sytree To go sailingthroughthe skies- And my tiny self I see, To go sailingfar away Paintedvery clearand neat To the pleasantLandof Play; On the rain-poolat my feet To the fairy land afar Shoulda leafletcome to land Where the LittlePeopleare; Driftingnearto where I stand,
F r a n :W h a t a b o u t a t h o m e , i s t h e r e a n y t h i n gw e c a n d o ne g h b o u r h o o d s ? 63(T) .t: When at home alorreI sit Throughthat forestI can pass And am very tired of it, Till, as in a looking-glass, I havejust to shut rry eyes Hummingfly and da'sytree To go sailingthroughthe skies- And my tiny self I see, To go sailingfar away Paintedvery clearand neat To the pleasantLandof Play; On the rain-poolat my feet To the fairy land afar Shoulda leafletcome to land Where the LittlePeopleare; Driftingnearto where I stand,
F r a n :W h a t a b o u t a t h o m e , i s t h e r e a n y t h i n gw e c a n d o ne g h b o u r h o o d s ? 63(T) .t: When at home alorreI sit Throughthat forestI can pass And am very tired of it, Till, as in a looking-glass, I havejust to shut rry eyes Hummingfly and da'sytree To go sailingthroughthe skies- And my tiny self I see, To go sailingfar away Paintedvery clearand neat To the pleasantLandof Play; On the rain-poolat my feet To the fairy land afar Shoulda leafletcome to land Where the LittlePeopleare; Driftingnearto where I stand,
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