Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

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I went down to post a letter
Through the garden, through the garden.
All the lovely stars were shining
As I went.
They were free as I, unhappy
Only he to whom the letter
Must be sent.
Even stars forget the prisons,
Stars and clouds and moonlit waters,
I believe the wind would shun them
If it could.
He at least rebels, remembers
Dawn breaks eastward, where the prisons
Erstwhile stood.

1. The Folk I Love
2. How funny it would be if dreamy I
3. Emmie, Emmie Adams
4. A lady and I were walking
5. White Sunshine

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