Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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A lady and I were walking
Where waters flow;
A lady and I were talking
Softly and slow.
This is what you were saying,
Lady of mine,
"I will be sad without him,
Yea, I will pine.
But he would never leave me
If he were free.
That's what my love in prison
Whispered to me."

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

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