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FMT ‘i nite

 

THE SHADOWS.

| | The candles are lighted, the fire blazes bright,
The curtains are drawn to keep out the cold

 

air ;
What makes you so grave, little darling, to-
night?
And where is your smile, little quiet one,
where?

“Mamma, I see something so dark on the wall ;
| It moves up and down, and it looks very
| strange ;
|