Louisa May Alcott (Луиза Мэй Олкотт)

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Hither, hither, from thy home,
Airy sprite, I bid thee come!
Born of roses, fed on dew,
Charms and potions canst thou brew?
Bring me here, with elfin speed,
The fragrant philter which I need.
Make it sweet and swift and strong,
Spirit, answer now my song!

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Hither I come,
From my airy home,
Afar in the silver moon.
Take the magic spell,
And use it well,
Or its power will vanish soon!

1. Welcome, Mighty Chief, Once More
2. Beds to the Front of Them
3. Don't Drive Me Away
4. My Kingdom
5. The Mother Moon

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