Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

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The night will never stay,
The night will still go by,
Though with a million stars
You pin it to the sky;
Though you bind it with the blowing
    wind
And buckle it with the moon,
The night will slip away
Like sorrow or a tune.

1. Spring-Dawn
2. Vagrant Songs
3. The Last Week in September
4. When You Say
5. The Maid's Idyll

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