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WHEN THE LITTLE ONE IS SAFE.

WHEN THE LITTLE ONE IS SAFE. 505.7 The wind is howling through the streets, The walls are shaken by the storm; But tucked between the snowy sheets My little one is safe and warm. November's wrath is roused tonight: The storm king's hounds…

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