| Hey noyney! I will love our Sir John and I love eny |
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| Lo, where with flowery head and hair all brightsome |
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| Rain before seven |
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| Mercy I call thee, Virgin Mary great |
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| In Memorian |
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| I Stood on de Ribber ob Jerdon |
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| Oh, He Raise-a Poor Lazarus |
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| July Dawning |
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| Meliora Latent |
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| I Want Jesus to Walk with Me |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem