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, beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July

Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear

Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.