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A Song From The Suds

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Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
And sturdily wash, and rinse, and wring,
And fasten the clothes to dry;
Then out in the free fresh air they swing,
Under the sunny sky.

I wish we could wash from our hearts and our souls
The stains of the week away,
And let water and air by their magic make

Ourselves as pure as they;
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'Head, you may think; heart, you may feel; But hand, you shall work always! '

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shreeyansh kumar 05 August 2018

so,sweet

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