There is no time like spring,
When life's alive ...
Lady Among Magnolia and Crocuses
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 ...
'Her Face Is Toward the West,
the Purple Land'
Four Little Lasses Took Me to the Fair
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