“Mommy," the bov was still crying.
Be a good boy,” said the girl.“You'll be all
right.” She held the bov more tightly and began to
sing again.
After a while, the boy stopped crying and quietly
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died. But the little mother did not stop singing. It
was a sad lullaby. The girl's voice became weaker
and weaker.
Morning came and the sun rose, but the girl
never moved again.
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