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Baby Bell.

Baby

Bell.

The

clustered apples burnt like flame,

The

soft-cheeked peaches blushed and

The

fell,

ivory chestnut

The grapes hung purpling

And In

in the

grange

time wrought just as rich a change little

Baby

Bell.

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