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The angels are stooping
Above your bed；
They weary of trooping
With the whimpering dead.
God‘s laughing in Heaven
To see you so good；
The Sailing Seven
Are gay with His mood.
I sigh that kiss you，
For I must own
That I shall miss you
When you have grown.
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