Christina Georgina Rossetti (Кристина Джорджина Россетти)

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Baby lies so fast asleep
That we cannot wake her:
Will the angels clad in white
Fly from heaven to take her?
Baby lies so fast asleep
That no pain can grieve her;
Put a snowdrop in her hand,
Kiss her once and leave her. 

1. Three Little Children
2. Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose
3. A Testimony
4. Maiden May
5. I Caught a Little Ladybird

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