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1865–1940

Apples

Laurence Alma-Tadema

Red cheeks, red cheeks, Will you play with me? No boy, pale boy, I want to climb that tree.

Red cheeks, red cheeks, You will tumble down — No boy, pale boy, I'll eat the apples brown.

Red cheeks, red cheeks, Barns are best for rain — No boy, pale boy, I'll soon be down again.

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