Poems ✍️
  29.12.2025
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Author: Sara Teasdale

The Dreams Of My Heart"

The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;

If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.


  art Solitude mortality music

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