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Learning to Go Alone

Written by: Ann Taylor | Biography
 | Quotes (2) |
 Come, my darling, come away,
Take a pretty walk to-day; 
Run along, and never fear,
I'll take care of baby dear: 
Up and down with little feet,
That's the way to walk, my sweet.
Now it is so very near, Soon she'll get to mother dear.
There she comes along at last: Here's my finger, hold it fast: Now one pretty little kiss, After such a walk as this.



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