Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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O little year, cram full of duty,
Rapture and sorrow, too,
Show me the way from old paths of beauty
Into the fields of dew.
Strange lorn fields where the moon goes riding
Over a lonely sky.
Kind little year, in your onward gliding
Let me not pass them by.

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. Emmie, Emmie Adams

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