.Mother dear, come bathe my forehead
For I'm growing very weak
Mother, let one drop of water>
Fall upon my burnin' cheek
Tell my loving, little playmates
That I never more shall play
Give them all my toys but, Mother>
Put my little shoes away
(You will do this, Moth.
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