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. How funny it would be if dreamy I
2. O little year, cram full of duty
3. Closing Time: Public Library
4. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
5. Machinist Talking

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