Down The River We Go

Sweet Oblivion

The Sleeper

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Never Turn Your Back

Let's Dance

How The Elephant Man Signed His Mail

'Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.

If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the ocean with a span,
I would be measured by the soul;
The mind's the standard of the man.

Who Dun It ?

Laura (1944)

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