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Blow, blow, thou winter wind Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou...
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En savoir plusAll Tomorrow's Parties (Lou Reed) And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties ? A hand-me-down...
En savoir plusWinter Song The snow on your eyelids that curtsy with age Is freezing the stares on tyranny's wings. The bitter...
En savoir plusI'm Not Sayin' (written by Gordon Lightfoot) I'm not sayin' that I'll love you I'm not sayin' that I'll care If...
En savoir plusYellow is the colour of my true love's hair In the mornin' when we rise, In the mornin' when we rise, That's the...
En savoir plusWhat is pink? a rose is pink By a fountain's brink. What is red? a poppy's red In its barley bed. What is blue?...
En savoir plusDoes the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day’s journey take t he whole long day?...
En savoir plusIn the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow...
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