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Those poor little children.
They're probably crying, positively weeping, for their anxious mothers: poor things, poor things.
Oh, if only I had children. Little darling angels.
And wouldn't they be pretty.
And wouldn't they be sweet.
They're probably crying, positively weeping, for their anxious mothers: poor things, poor things.
Oh, if only I had children. Little darling angels.
And wouldn't they be pretty.
And wouldn't they be sweet.