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Make me a picture of the sun
So I can hang it in my room
And make believe I'm getting warm
When others call it "Day"!
Draw me a Robin—on a stem
So I am hearing him, I'll dream
And when the Orchards stop their tune
Put my pretense—away
Say if it's really—warm at noon
Whether it's bu*tercups—that "skim"
Or bu*terflies—that "bloom"?
Then—skip—the frost—upon the lea
And skip the Russet—on the tree
Let's play those—never come!