| As I wandrede her by weste |
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| I Love the Lord |
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| Mother, May I Go Out to Swim? |
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| Sure, a little bit of shrapnel fell from out the sky one day |
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| In the month of February |
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| Star of the Western Skies |
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| The Riddling Knight |
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| A Sensless Song with a Most Beautiful Melody |
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| Song 2 |
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| I have no pain, dear mother, now |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem