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Our puppet of cream is dancing majestically,
A butter-doll is this cute baby,
Hands and feet waving as it laughs and laughs.
Always laughing, waving are its hands and feet.
Its fingers are like magnolia buds;
Its digits are magnolia buds;
A heavenly glow fills its eyes.
Celestial beauty shines in its eyes.


A budding flower plucked from its bower,
A blossom plucked from its bower,
Our baby has arrived in a new land.
It has come to a new realm.


This infant will be protected; this infant will be nurtured—
This infant we will rear and make great–
This infant will be raised on our lap with love.
Upon our lap with love we will take.
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