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In Pink and White
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April Rain
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Take these timid violets
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I bowed to a tree, and his thought unto me
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Song
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Fate flings her gauntlet at my feet
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He wantons with the blushing East
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The Shades of evening softly fall
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This Stradivari, sweet and good
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This life we know, of bliss and woe
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