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						Houses Of Dreams by Sara Teasdale 
						
						You took my empty dreams  And filled them every one With tenderness and nobleness,  April and the sun.
  The old empty dreams  Where my thoughts would throng Are far too full of happiness  To even hold a song.
  Oh, the empty dreams were dim  And the empty dreams were wide, They were sweet and shadowy houses  Where my thoughts could hide.
  But you took my dreams away  And you made them all come true -- My thoughts have no place now to play,  And nothing now to do.						 
						
						
						
						
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