| I do not grope in mystic dusks |
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| Your little hands |
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| Now, alas, it is too late |
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| You buy some flowers for your table |
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| You buy yourself a new suit of clothes |
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| You hire a cook, but she can't cook yet |
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| Mr. Walter de la Mare Makes the Little Ones Dizzy |
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| Love-Songs, at Once Tender and Informative |
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| I'm Fond of Doctors |
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| Progress |
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