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though i am little as all little things
a few more windy days
lady, your heart has turned to dust
the ancient songs
i have to say good-night
there were three in the meadow by the brook
burly, dozing humble-bee
my soul is a dark ploughed field
i love the old melodious lays
i heard the wind all day

 



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