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Sunrise in Sydenham
There was a child left behind/ who never saw sunrise in the North/
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The Other Mary
I am from Magdala, the others are not/ I followed with them, followed him really, like a flower follows morning sun/
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Lullaby for Olivier Le Jeune
I want to sing for him, sing something/his mother sang softly before she found him missing
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