Fancier
Come little pigeon
Take a message to my love,
Say what I dare not
On your pink leg
Carry my heart.
Fancier
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Little Lord of Death
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Little Lord of Death Little Lord of death Take a mighty step Dance, Dance, To the High Hop tune;...
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The Black Shed
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The Black Shed The black shed is gone now, tumbled down fifty years ago or more, but the name...
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The Milkman’s Wife
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The Big Grieving
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The Big Grieving The honesty of touch skin asks for,peeling off the outer, unnessary layers,wool, cotton, nylon, polyesteror smelly...
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Forgive Us Our Trespasses
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Sour Apple
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Sour Apple O little sour apple of reason You’ve laid out the truth clear and sane, Now I see...
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In That Garden
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In That Garden In that garden once she took down the Apple Casually because she wanted to know, and...