Dora Sigerson Shorter (Дора Сигерсон Шортер)

A Careless Heart

The wind has blown my heart away
All on a summer holiday.
If you can find it, pray you tell,
For this is how the loss befell
If you will now my tale believe,
I wore my heart upon my sleeve,
So came it that, alack the day!
The wind did blow my heart away.

1. Beware
2. The Skeleton in the Cupboard
3. The Wreckage
4. The Song of the Happy Man
5. All-Souls' Night

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