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ONE, I love; two, I love; Three, I love, I say; Four, I love with all my heart; Five, I cast away. Six, he loves; seven, she loves; Eight, both love. Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries; Eleven, he courts, and twelve, he marries.
On a big stone by the wayside sat a little boy and girl. She held a daisy in her hand, from which she slowly picked off the petals as she counted: