She skips along ahead of me Laughter ringing merrily, Blossoms fill the little hands Clasping sweetly all the strands...
Joy is but a moment Fill it not With too much you And try not hard...
You look at me A silver bird with trailing plume of white And I look down at you. You toil below and till the fields,...
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