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 I'd like to sleep where I used to sleep

When I was a boy, a little boy!

For in at the lattice the moon would peep,

Bringing her tide of dreams to sweep

The crosses and griefs of the years away

From the heart that is weary and faint to-day;

And those dreams should give me back again

A peace I have never known since then—

When I was a boy, a little boy!