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Oh dear, the eye that softly looks |
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Oh dear, the heart that foundly loves |
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Though but a tender babe thy arth |
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The graces all grow up with thee |
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Oh dear, the wind that pulls the trees |
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Oh dear, the rain that softly falls |
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Though but a tender babe thy arth |
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The graces all grow up with thee |
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Oh sweet, the night that holds your name |
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Oh sweet, the star that truly shines |
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Though but a tender babe thy arth |
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The graces all grow up with thee |
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Oh dear, the eye that softly looks |
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Oh dear, the heart that foundly loves |
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Though but a tender babe thy arth |
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The graces all grow up with thee |
