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A careful mom I ought to be,
My little daughter follows me.
I do not dare to go astray,
For fear she'll go the selfsame way.



Not once can I escape her eyes;
Whate'er she sees me do she tries.
Like me she says she's going to be
That little girl who follows me....



I must remember as I go
Through summer sun and winter snow,
I'm molding for the years to be -
That little girl who follows me.

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