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''I'm sorry you are wiser,
I'm sorry you are taller;
I liked you better foolish
And I liked you better smaller.''
I'M glad I have but a little heart–For my heart is very small–It makes it free to come and goAnd no one cares at all.I give my heart for a tender word,For a gentle look or touch,And the one who has it never knowsAnd it does not hurt me much.