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"Now don't you go till I come," he said, "And don't you make any noise!" So toddling off to his trundle-bed He dreamt of his pretty toys. And as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue -- Oh, the years are many, the years are long, But the little toy friends are true! Poem by Eugene Field

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