| I would I were a bird so free |
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| It was the morning of the first of May |
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| On Sunday morning well I knew |
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| There Are No Gods |
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| Midnight |
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| To Dika |
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| To Winter |
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| Hymn to Virtue. In Memory of King Hermeias |
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| Poor Cleariste loosed her virgin zone |
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| Orpheus! no more the rocks, the woods no more |
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