Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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All through the day at my machine
There still keeps going
A strange little tune through heart and head
As I sit sewing:
"There is a child in Hungary,
A child I love in Hungary"
The words come flowing.
When I am walking home at night
That song comes after,
And under the trees in holiday time
Or hearing laughter:
"I have a son in Hungary,
My little son in Hungary"
Comes following after.

1. White Sunshine
2. A bunch of lilac and a storm of hail
3. Suburban Dames
4. You, whom the grave cannot bind
5. How funny it would be if dreamy I

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