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The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on baby's limbs-does

anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother

was a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent

mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on

baby's limbs.

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When I bring to you coloured toys, my child, I understand why

there is such a play of colours on clouds, on water, and why

flowers are painted in tints-when I give coloured toys to you, my

child.

When I sing to make you dance I truly now why there is music in

leaves, and why waves send their chorus of voices to the heart of

the listening earth-when I sing to make you dance.

When I bring sweet things to your greedy hands I know why there

is honey in the cup of the flowers and why fruits are secretly

filled with sweet juice-when I bring sweet things to your greedy

hands.