Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

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''Y' are the maiden posies,
And so graced,
To be placed
Fore damask roses.
Yet, though thus respected,
By and by
Ye do lie,
Poor girls, neglected.'

1. Beds to the Front of Them
2. Our Little Ghost
3. He That Is Down Need Fear No Fall
4. For Myself Alone, I Would Not Be
5. Welcome, Mighty Chief, Once More

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