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Baby, baby sweet,
Love’s own lips are meet
Scarce to kiss your feet.

Hardly love’s own ear,
When your laugh crows clear,
Quite deserves to hear.

Hardly love’s own wile,
Though it please awhile,
Quite deserves your smile.

Baby full of grace,
Bless its yet a space:
Sleep will come apace.

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