Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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You, whom the grave cannot bind,
Shall a song hold you?
Still you escape from the mesh
Spun to enfold you.
Your woven texture of flesh
Short time confined you.
Sib to the sun and the wind,
Shall a song bind you?

1. Suburban Dames
2. Each morning I pass on my way to work
3. White Sunshine
4. Emmie, Emmie Adams
5. Tall trees along the road

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