Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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Every night I hurry home to see
If a letter's there from you to me.
Every night I bow my head and say,
"There's no word at all from him today."

1. You, whom the grave cannot bind
2. Suburban Dames
3. Each morning I pass on my way to work
4. White Sunshine
5. Emmie, Emmie Adams

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