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. A Song from the Suds
2. Now Hark, Little May
3. Mountain--Laurel
4. My Kingdom
5. Welcome, Mighty Chief, Once More

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