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Till baby lips have spoken " papa, mama, "
There is no meaning in the words at all;
The house is but a pile of brick or lumber,
Till baby feet have pattered thro' the hall.

Till baby lips have spoken " papa, mama, "
There is no meaning in the words at all;
The house is but a pile of brick or lumber,
Till baby feet have pattered thro' the hall.
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