SometimesAcross the fields of yesterdayShe sometimes comes to meA little girl just back from playthe girl I used to beAnd yet she smiles so wistfullyonce she has crept withinI wonder if she hopes to seethe woman I might have been——1933
-Blanche Caldwell Barrow
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