Poem by Lesbia Harford

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All through the day at my machine
There still keeps going
A strange little tune through heart and head
As I sit sewing:
"There is a child in Hungary,
A child I love in Hungary"
The words come flowing.
When I am walking home at night
That song comes after,
And under the trees in holiday time
Or hearing laughter:
"I have a son in Hungary,
My little son in Hungary"
Comes following after.

1. Summer Lightning
2. Machinist Talking
3. Do you remember still the little song
4. Child Sun
5. Florence kneels down to say her prayers

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