Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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Child Sun
Why will you play Peep Bo
Now in, now out
The workroom window so?
True 'tis
That there are children here;
But they've no time
To play Peep Bo, my dear.

1. He had served eighty masters. They'd have said
2. Closing Time: Public Library
3. Do you remember still the little song
4. All through the day at my machine
5. You, whom the grave cannot bind

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