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| a happy-making place |
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| A late lark twitters from the quiet skies; |
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| All the Hilton boys were in a grandstand |
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| an atmosphere of trust |
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| Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night |
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| BUSIE old foole, unruly Sunne, |
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| by your cousin Ava |
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| can’t hold you like this |
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| Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. |
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| Darlings, I write to you from the moon |
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| Death tugs at my ear |
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| Deep peace |
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| Did you sleep well? |
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| …dis die blond, dis die blou; |
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“Don’t turn on your torch,”
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| everything seems so joyous |
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| everything seems so simple |
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| feels like driving |
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| flushed faces |
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| For a dog |
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| going to sleep to the sound of you breathing |
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| grateful for the lightening of the sky |
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| greet the morning early and with joy |
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| guests departed |
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| Had we but world enough, and time |
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| He ate and drank the precious words, |
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| how much is enough |
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| I love your feet |
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I opened a book and in I strode
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| I was swimming |
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| I was the commission’s own captive |
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| If I can stop one heart from breaking |
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| in whichever |
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| it’s just so enchanting having a dog |
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| it’s Saturday morning |
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| just came to see you, Elmarie |
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| later that night |
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| lovely secret time of the night |
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| make new friends |
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| “Meggy!” |
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| Meggy gives her companionship so freely |
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| Meggy had a lovely day. |
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| My mother’s old handbag |
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| my Sat Nav guy is so patient |
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| no-one else here |
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| no longer the lap lap, lap lap, lap lap |
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| No room at the Royal |
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| Oh enormous baby of the Royal Albatross |
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| ow |
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| O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! |
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| On the first day |
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| on the night before your wedding |
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| smiling at the pool |
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| “Sorry” |
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| the birds sing |
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| The spaces |
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| the music pressed me back against my seat |
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| the world’s a different place tonight to what it was this morning |
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| They keep closing the door in my face. |
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| those who dance are thought mad |
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| UJehova ungumalusi wami, |
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| you’d been dropped off at our gate |
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| Young Megs I know just how you feel |
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| Your 13 years of life gave me more joy |
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| we can reverse without worry |
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| we can’t hold you like this |
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| we have been seeing these back legs |
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| when you are out with your dog |
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| Whose woods these are I think I know. |
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| with your writing paper |
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