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FOR two dear heads of bronze and amber, / For baby eyes of blue and brown, / For two who cling, and kiss, and clamber, / And on my shoulder nestle down.
All little hearts are dearer to me, / All little faces sweet and bright, / All childish tears and woes undo me, / And I would heal them all to-night.