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Learning To Go Alone

Come, my darling, come away,

Take a pretty walk to-day;

Run along, and never fear,

I'll take care of baby dear:

Up and down with little feet,

That's the way to walk, my sweet.

Now it is so very near,

Soon she'll get to mother dear.

There she comes along at last:

Here's my finger, hold it fast:

Now one pretty little kiss,

After such a walk as this.

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Ann Taylor

Ann Taylor (30 January 1782 – 20 December 1866) was an English poet and literary critic. She gained long-lasting popularity in her youth as a wr…

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