Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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I have golden shoes
To make me fleet.
They are like the wind
Underneath my feet.
When my lover's kiss
Is overbold,
I can run away
In my shoes of gold.
Nay, when I am shod
With this bright fire,
I am forced to run
From my own desire.
From the love I love
Whose arms enfold
I must run away
In my shoes of gold.

1. A lady and I were walking
2. Closing Time: Public Library
3. Why does she put me to many indignities
4. How funny it would be if dreamy I
5. Though I had lost my love

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