Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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I was sad
Having signed up in a rebel band,
Having signed up to rid the land
Of a plague it had.
For I knew
That I would suffer, I would be lost,
Be bitter and foolish and tempest tost
And a failure too.
I was sad;
Though far in the future our light would shine
For the present the dark was ours, was mine,
I couldn't be glad.

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

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