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. I can't feel the sunshine
2. I love to see
3. Closing Time: Public Library
4. He had served eighty masters. They'd have said
5. I have golden shoes

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