Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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You, whom the grave cannot bind,
Shall a song hold you?
Still you escape from the mesh
Spun to enfold you.
Your woven texture of flesh
Short time confined you.
Sib to the sun and the wind,
Shall a song bind you?

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

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