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Come, My Child," I Said, Trying To Lead Her Away. "wish Good-bye To The Poor Hare, And Come And Look For Blackberries." "good-bye, Poor Hare!" Sylvie Obediently Repeated, Looking Over Her Shoulder At It As We Turned Away. And Then, All In A Moment, Her Self-command Gave Way. Pulling Her Hand Out Of Mine, She Ran Back To Where The Dead Hare Was Lying, And Flung Herself Down At Its Side In Such An Agony Of Grief As I Could Hardly Have Believed Possible In So Young A Child. "oh, My Darling, My Darling!" She Moaned, Over And Over Again. "and God Meant Your Life To Be So Beautiful!

Alice Laughed. 'there's No Use Trying,' She Said. 'one Can't Believe Impossible Things.' I Daresay You Haven't Had Much Practice,' Said The Queen. 'when I Was Your Age, I Always Did It For Half-an-hour A Day. Why, Sometimes I've Believed As Many As Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast. There Goes The Shawl Again!

All Too Soon Will Childhood Gay Realise Life's Sober Sadness. Let's Be Merry While We May, Innocent And Happy Fay! Elves Were Made For Gladness!

The Queen Of Hearts, She Made Some Tarts, All On A Summer Day: The Knave Of Hearts, He Stole Those Tarts, And Took Them Quite Away!

All That Matters Is What We Do For Each Other.