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She Is A Splintered Jar Of Jam
Every Night Is Here A Christmas Tree
The Old Man Bops In Broken Boots
I Find Myself In Those Cobbled Streets
Could There Be Bliss Purer Than This !
Wordless Whispers…
My Home By The River-way
How I Long To Be A Bale Of Hay
The Wind On The Hill
Lavenders Ablaze
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