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I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,But some fell down or strangers took and ate them
Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
Spring is baby,bright, fresh and new,gurgling with the melting snow,singing with the first cuckoo.
Thomas Farynor, Baker to the King,Left his oven burning with the firewood nearby.The embers muttered, the little flames took wing
Hello! thanks for callingI'm just off on my bikeThat's my room up thereTake a look if you like.