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PICTURES
Ah! sweet was the time
As a tender rhyme
In the beautiful long ago,
That I drew on my slate,
All out of my pate,
Three pictures, all in a row.
As a tender rhyme
In the beautiful long ago,
That I drew on my slate,
All out of my pate,
Three pictures, all in a row.
The first was a picture
Of lovely nature,
In the shape of my father's hoe;
The next was a frog
Behind a log,
And the third was a great black crow.
Of lovely nature,
In the shape of my father's hoe;
The next was a frog
Behind a log,
And the third was a great black crow.
Alas! alas!
For the days that are past!
Alas for the great black crow!
Oh! sweet was the time
As a tender rhyme,
But it faded in long ago.
For the days that are past!
Alas for the great black crow!
Oh! sweet was the time
As a tender rhyme,
But it faded in long ago.
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