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I Infuse Love, Hatred, Longing, Will
And Bore the Cross
There Blushes the Deep Rose
To Strive, to Seek, to Find, and Not to Yield
Topply Tilts, he walked on stilts
Little billy boatman, put out to sea;
I'll give ...
There we fed on frozen dew,
And strawberries wild, ...
'For Night Has Come'
'Her Face Is Toward the West,
the Purple Land'
Four Little Lasses Took Me to the Fair
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