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First Line: My little child, how can you stand
Last Line: And held these fingers all night long.
Subject(s): Children; Ghosts; Haunted Houses; Supernatural; Childhood


MY little child, how can you stand
And fondle me and show no fears,
Nor cease your undertone of song?
You do not guess a ghostly hand
Was stretched across the gulf of years
And held these fingers all night long.





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