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Ah. let the sweet angels Dream. Keep his eye lids on thy Pillow, Fever make us all thin and
O, come to talk to Thee O there is only thee O, I love the winters Nights
O, enough, we live - 0,and a life, O, with large results 0 and, so Little rife, O thy see it bearable 0 and see It worth,
God save the queen To sid vicious and the Sex pistols Olympic Dreams Twenty seven medals
Thou does death start Frame of thy flowers Stars glow in the dark time love spare so rare for thus love fell apart
Still waters of the stream Row in my boat in the river Tay. Upon the swans of the lake Come up to side of the boat
For the priest and the holy well And the bell .thy story tell., And for the spinning wheels, Spindle spun, And to walk over the sand dunes
O.,er the banks Of the boni doon Touch and sit by The slippery moon O,.er the fields of
I see a game this a shame To see you at my front door a dame of fame sits by the Shore. Delights to see the blue floor
Oh I wait to see To the color of Blue Oh what can I do Sing a song for
Some books are short And sweet Some books are lies From end to end Some books are true
Thou dear jack frost To this freeze Thy hands and toes To look outside by the Frozen window pane
This open glen was thick with Thorns Tis then the white of the flower hide the horns of the shy fallow Deer