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When the stars go to sleep. |
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When will ye poets weary ? |
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Whene'er a noble deed is wrought |
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Where are you running so fast, little brook ? |
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Where did you come from, baby dear ? |
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While shepherds watched their flocks by night |
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Whilst thee I seek, protecting power |
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"Who are you winking at, bright little star?" |
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"Why didn't God tell them, mamma?" |
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Wild is the wintry weather ! |
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Will ye gang wi' me and fare? |
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"Will you take a walk with me?" |
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"Will you walk into my parlor?". |
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Within a town of Holland once |
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Word was brought to the Danish king |
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Ye banks, and braes, and streams arouud |
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" You are old, Father 'William," the young man said |
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You bells in the steeple, ring, ring out your changes |
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You little twinkling stars that shine |
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You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother
dear |
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You needn't be trying to comfort me. I tell you my dolly
is dead! |
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Young Jem at noon returned from school |
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"Your bath is quite ready, my little Miss Kate" |
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Your tiny picture makes me yearn |
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