Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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Dearest, dearest,
Bother the slow hours
That hold and keep me
From the leafy bowers
You make more lovely than a storm of flowers.
Dearest, dearest,
If they let me go
I'd hasten to you
Where the waters flow
In among the shadows and the dreams we know.

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

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