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MOTHER GOOSE S MELODIES. |
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I CAN make, diet bread, Thick and thin;
I can make diet bread, Fit for the king. |
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IF I were a little bird. To rise upon the wing, In the sky I would be heard, Where larks in summer sing
Dear little birdie, soon I'd be On every spray by side of thee; Alas! I caunot mount so high— And so, dear little bird good-bye |
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