Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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Though I had lost my love,
The hills could calm me.
Deep in a woodland grove
No loss could harm me.
But when I came to town,
And saw around me
Lovers pass up and down —
Then sorrow crowned me.

1. Do you remember still the little song
2. Pink eucalyptus flowers
3. Machinist Talking
4. A Bronte Legend
5. Child Sun

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