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Above Lavender Bay - Henry Lawson · Dream Psychology

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  Speaker 1: Above Lavender Bay by Henry lassom Red for librevoxdad Org
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  Speaker 1: by Andrew Gaunt's tis glorious morning everywhere save where the
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  Speaker 1: alleys lie. I see the fleecy steam jets bid good
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  Speaker 1: morning to the sky. The gullies of the Warata are
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  Speaker 1: near with fall and pool, and by the shadowed western rocks.
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  Speaker 1: The bays are fresh and cool, to points that hint
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  Speaker 1: of Italy, of Italy and Spain. I see the busy
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  Speaker 1: ferryboats come nosing round again to the toy station down below.
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  Speaker 1: I see the toy trains run. I wonder when those
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  Speaker 1: ferryboats will get their business done. Above the bay called Lavender,
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  Speaker 1: this barred is domiciled, where up through rich, dark greenery,
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  Speaker 1: the red tiled roofs are piled, at least some are.
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  Speaker 1: I hope that soon they all shall be red tiled.
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  Speaker 1: A moonlight night in middle Age that makes one feel
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  Speaker 1: a child close over to the nearer left, that feels
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  Speaker 1: the ocean breeze, a full moon in a dim blue sky,
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  Speaker 1: a church spire in dark trees, and further right, the
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  Speaker 1: harsher heights of Mossman, Double Bay and Rose Bay, with
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  Speaker 1: their scattered lights, have softened with the day and fair
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  Speaker 1: across to where we know the shelving sea cliffs are
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  Speaker 1: the lighthouse with a still faint glow, beneath a twinkling star.
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  Speaker 1: Across the harbor from the right, and fairly in a line,
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  Speaker 1: the clock tower on the city hull, a ship mast
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  Speaker 1: and a pine. The pale and bright yet dusky blue
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  Speaker 1: and crossed by fleecy bars, flings out the brilliant city lights,
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  Speaker 1: the moonlight and the stars, and like a transformation scene
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  Speaker 1: on sheet glass. Down below, the fairy lighted ferryboats are
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  Speaker 1: gliding to and fro. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 1: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Laws red forlibrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 2: by Bruskachuk. Tis glorious morning everywhere save where the alleys lie.
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  Speaker 2: I see the fleecy steam yet spid good morning to
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  Speaker 2: the sky. The gullies of the Warata are near with
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  Speaker 2: fall and pool, and by the shadowed western rocks. The
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  Speaker 2: bays are fresh and cool, two points that hint of Italy,
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  Speaker 2: of Italy and Spain. I see the busy ferryboats come
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  Speaker 2: nosing round again to the toy station. Down below. I
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  Speaker 2: see the toy trains run. I wonder when those ferryboats
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  Speaker 2: will get their business done. Above the bay called Lavender,
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  Speaker 2: this bard is domiciled, where up through rich dark greenery,
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  Speaker 2: the red tiled roofs are piled, at least some are.
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  Speaker 2: I hope that soon they all shall be red tiled.
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  Speaker 2: A moonlight night in middle Age that makes one feel
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  Speaker 2: a child close over to the nearer left, that feels
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  Speaker 2: the ocean breeze, a full moon in a dim blue sky,
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  Speaker 2: a church spire and dark trees, And further right the
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  Speaker 2: harsher heights of Mossman, Double Bay and Rose Bay, with
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  Speaker 2: their scattered lights, have soften'd with the day, and fair
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  Speaker 2: across to where we know the shelving sea cliffs are
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  Speaker 2: the lighthouse with a still faint glow beneath a twinkling star.
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  Speaker 2: Across the harbor from the right, and fairly in a line,
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  Speaker 2: the clock tower on the city hall, a shipmast, and
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  Speaker 2: a pine. The pale and bright yet dusky blue and
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  Speaker 2: crossed by fleecy bars, flings out the brilliant city lights,
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  Speaker 2: the moonlight and the stars, and like a transformation seen
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  Speaker 2: on sheet glass. Down below, the fairy lighted fairy boats
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  Speaker 2: are gliding to and fro.
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  Speaker 3: And of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson, Wainfullybrivox dot Org by
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  Speaker 4: Craig Franklin tis glorious morning everywhere save where the alleys lie.
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  Speaker 4: I see the fleecy steam jets bid good morning to
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  Speaker 4: the sky. The gully of the Waratah are near with
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  Speaker 4: fall and pool, and by the shadowed western rocks, the
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  Speaker 4: bays are fresh and cool. Two points that hint of Italy,
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  Speaker 4: of Italy and Spain. I see the busy ferry boats
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  Speaker 4: come nosing round again till the toy station down below.
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  Speaker 4: I see the toy trains run. I wonder when those
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  Speaker 4: ferry boats will get their business done. Above the bay
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  Speaker 4: called Lavender, this bard is domiciled, where up through rich
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  Speaker 4: dark greenery, the redder tiled roofs are piled at least summer.
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  Speaker 4: I hope that soon they all shall be red at tiled.
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  Speaker 4: A moonlight's night in middle Age that makes one feel
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  Speaker 4: a child close over to the nearer left, that feels
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  Speaker 4: the ocean breeze, a full moon in a dim blue sky,
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  Speaker 4: a church spire and dark trees, and further right the
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  Speaker 4: harsher heights of Mosman, Double Bay and Rose Bay, with
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  Speaker 4: their scattered lights have soften'd with the day, and fair
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  Speaker 4: across to where we know the shelving sea cliffs are
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  Speaker 4: the lighthouse with a still faint glow beneath a twinkling star.
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  Speaker 4: Across the harbor from the right, and fairly in a line,
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  Speaker 4: the clock tower on the city hall, a shipmast, and
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  Speaker 4: a pine. The pale and bright yet dusky blue and
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  Speaker 4: crossed by fleecy bars, flings out the brilliant city lights,
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  Speaker 4: the moonlight and the stars, and like a transformation scene
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  Speaker 4: on sheet glass. Down below, the fairy lighted ferryboats are
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  Speaker 4: gliding to and fro. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 4: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson, red for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 5: Org by David Lawrence. Tis glorious morning everywhere save where
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  Speaker 5: the alleys lie. I see the flee sea steam jets
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  Speaker 5: bid good morning to the sky. The gullies of the
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  Speaker 5: Waratah are near with fall and pool, and by the
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  Speaker 5: shadowed western rocks. The bays are fresh and cool, two
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  Speaker 5: points that hint of Italy, of Italy and Spain. I
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  Speaker 5: see the busy ferryboats come nosing round again to the
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  Speaker 5: toy station. Down below. I see the toy trains run.
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  Speaker 5: I wonder when those ferry boats will get their business done.
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  Speaker 5: Above the bay called Lavender, this bard is domiciled, where
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  Speaker 5: up through rich dark greenery, the red tiled roofs are piled,
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  Speaker 5: at least some are. I hope that soon they all
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  Speaker 5: shall be red tiled. A moonlight night in middle Age
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  Speaker 5: that makes one feel a child close over to the
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  Speaker 5: nearest left, that feels the ocean breeze, a full moon
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  Speaker 5: in a dim blue sky, a church spire and dark trees,
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  Speaker 5: And further right the harsher heights of Mosemen, Double Bay
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  Speaker 5: and Rose Bay, with their scattered lights, have softened with
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  Speaker 5: the day, and fair across to where we know the
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  Speaker 5: shelving sea cliffs are the lighthouse with a still faint
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  Speaker 5: glow beneath a twinkling star. Across the harbor. From the right,
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  Speaker 5: and fairly in a line, the clock tower on the
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  Speaker 5: city hall, a ship mast, and a pine. The pale
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  Speaker 5: and bright yet dusky blue and crossed by fleecy bars,
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  Speaker 5: flings out the brilliant city lights, the moonlight and the stars,
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  Speaker 5: and like a transformation scene on sheet glass. Down below,
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  Speaker 5: the fairy lighted fairy boats are gliding to and fro
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  Speaker 5: in the forum. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson read for Librevoks dootorg
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  Speaker 6: maanugate novelist. Tis glorious morning everywhere save where the alleys lie.
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  Speaker 6: I see the fleecy steam jets bid good morning to
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  Speaker 6: the sky. The gullies of the waratare near with fall
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  Speaker 6: and pool, and by the shadowed western rocks. The bays
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  Speaker 6: are fresh and cool, to points that hint of Italy,
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  Speaker 6: of Italy and Spain. I see the busy fairy boats
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  Speaker 6: come nosing round again to the toy station down below.
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  Speaker 6: I see the toy trains run. I wonder when those
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  Speaker 6: faery boats will get their business done. Above the bay
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  Speaker 6: called Lavender, this bard is domiciled, where up through rich,
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  Speaker 6: dark greenery, the red tiled roofs are piled, at least
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  Speaker 6: some are. I hope that soon lay all shall be
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  Speaker 6: red tiled. A moonlight night and middle age that makes
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  Speaker 6: one feel a child close over to the nearer left,
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  Speaker 6: that feels the ocean breeze, A full moon in a
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  Speaker 6: dim blue sky, A church spire and dark trees and
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  Speaker 6: for the right the harsher heights of Mossmen, Double Bay
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  Speaker 6: and Rose Bay, with their scattered lights, have softened with
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  Speaker 6: the day, and fair across to where we know the
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  Speaker 6: shelving sea cliffs are the lighthouse with a still faint glow,
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  Speaker 6: beneath a twinkling star. Across the harbor from the right
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  Speaker 6: and fairly inner line, the clock tower on the city hall,
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  Speaker 6: a ship mast, and a pine. The pale and bright
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  Speaker 6: yet dusky blue and crossed by fleecy bars, flings out
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  Speaker 6: the brilliant city lights, the moonlight and the stars, and
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  Speaker 6: like a transformation scene on sheet glass. Down below, the
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  Speaker 6: fairy lighted ferry boats are gliding to and fro poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 7: Org by Helen Coe tis glorious morning everywhere save where
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  Speaker 7: the alleys lie. I see the fleecy steam yet spid
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  Speaker 7: good morning to the sky. The gullies of the Waata
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  Speaker 7: are near with fall and pool, and by the shadowed
• 12:38
  Speaker 7: western rocks. The bays are fresh and cool. Two points
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  Speaker 7: that hint of Italy, of Italy and Spain. I see
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  Speaker 7: the busy ferryboats come nosing round again to the toy station.
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  Speaker 7: Down below. I see the toy trains. I wonder when
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  Speaker 7: those ferryboats will get their business done. Above the bay
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  Speaker 7: called Lavender, this barred is dumsiled, where up the rich
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  Speaker 7: dark greenery, the red tiled roofs are piled, at least
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  Speaker 7: some are. I hope that soon they all shall be red. Child.
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  Speaker 7: A moonlight night in middle Age that makes one feel
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  Speaker 7: a child. Close over to the nearer left, that feels
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  Speaker 7: the ocean breeze, a full moon in a dim blue sky,
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  Speaker 7: a church spar in dark trees, and further right the
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  Speaker 7: harsher heights of Mosmen, Double Bay and Rose Bay, with
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  Speaker 7: their scattered lights, have softened with the day and fairer.
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  Speaker 7: Across to where we know the shelving seakless are the
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  Speaker 7: lighthouse with a steel faint glow beneath a twinkling star.
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  Speaker 7: Across the harbor. From the right, and fairly in a line,
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  Speaker 7: the clock tower on the city hull, a ship nest,
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  Speaker 7: and a pine. The pale and bright yet dusky blue,
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  Speaker 7: and crossed by fleecy bars, flings out the brilliant city lights,
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  Speaker 7: the moonlight and the stars, and like a transformation scene
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  Speaker 7: on sheet glass. Down below, the fairy lighted fairy boats
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  Speaker 7: are gliding to and fro. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 7: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 8: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson, red for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 8: Org by Jason Silzer. Tis glorious morning everywhere save where
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  Speaker 8: the alleys lie. I see the fleecy steam jets bid
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  Speaker 8: good morning to the sky. The gullies of the Warata
• 15:25
  Speaker 8: are near with fall and pool, and by the shadowed
• 15:30
  Speaker 8: western rocks. The bays are fresh and cool, to points
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  Speaker 8: that hint of Italy, of Italy and Spain. I see
• 15:42
  Speaker 8: the busy ferryboats come nosing round again to the toy
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  Speaker 8: station down below. I see the toy trains run. I
• 15:52
  Speaker 8: wonder when those ferryboats will get their business done. Above
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  Speaker 8: the bay called Lavender, this bar ard is domiciled, where
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  Speaker 8: up through rich, dark greenery, the red tiled roofs are piled,
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  Speaker 8: at least some are. I hope that soon they all
• 16:14
  Speaker 8: shall be red tiled. A moonlight night in middle Age
• 16:19
  Speaker 8: that makes one feel a child close over to the
• 16:26
  Speaker 8: nearer left, that feels the ocean breeze, A full moon
• 16:32
  Speaker 8: in a dim blue sky, A church spire and dark trees,
• 16:40
  Speaker 8: and further right the harsher heights of Mossmen, Double Bay
• 16:47
  Speaker 8: and Rose Bay, with their scattered lights, have soften'd with
• 16:51
  Speaker 8: the day, and fair across to where we know the
• 16:56
  Speaker 8: shelving sea cliffs are the lighthouse with a still faint glow,
• 17:04
  Speaker 8: beneath a twinkling star. Across the harbour from the right,
• 17:09
  Speaker 8: and fairly in a line, the clock tower on the
• 17:14
  Speaker 8: city hall, a ship mast, and a pine. The pale
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  Speaker 8: and bright yet dusky blue and crossed by fleecy bars,
• 17:25
  Speaker 8: flings out the brilliant city lights, the moonlight and the stars,
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  Speaker 8: and like a transformation scene on sheet glass. Down below,
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  Speaker 8: the fairy lighted ferryboats are gliding to and fro. End
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  Speaker 8: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 9: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson, red for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 9: Org by Justin Haley. Tis glorious morning everywhere save where
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  Speaker 9: the alleys lie. I see the fleecy steam jets bid
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  Speaker 9: good morning to the sky. The gullies of the Waratah
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  Speaker 9: are near with fall and pool, and by the shadowed
• 18:36
  Speaker 9: western rocks. The bays are fresh and cool to points
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  Speaker 9: that hint of Italy of Italy and Spain. I see
• 18:47
  Speaker 9: the busy faeryboats come nosing round again to the toy
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  Speaker 9: station down below. I see the toy trains run. I
• 18:57
  Speaker 9: wonder when those ferryboats will get them their business done.
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  Speaker 9: Above the bay called Lavender, this barred is domiciled, where
• 19:07
  Speaker 9: up through rich, dark greenery, the red tiled roofs are piled,
• 19:14
  Speaker 9: at least some are. I hope that soon they all
• 19:18
  Speaker 9: shall be red tiled. A moonlight night in middle Age
• 19:23
  Speaker 9: that makes one feel a child close over to the
• 19:28
  Speaker 9: nearer left, that feels the ocean breeze, a full moon
• 19:34
  Speaker 9: in a dim blue sky, a church spire and dark trees,
• 19:40
  Speaker 9: and further right the harsher heights of Mosmen, Double Bay
• 19:46
  Speaker 9: and Rose Bay, with their scattered lights, have softened with
• 19:50
  Speaker 9: the day, and fair across to where we know the
• 19:55
  Speaker 9: shelving sea cliffs are the lighthouse with a still fain
• 20:00
  Speaker 9: glow beneath a twinkling star. Across the harbor from the right,
• 20:06
  Speaker 9: and fairly in a line, the clock tower on the
• 20:09
  Speaker 9: city hall, a ship mast, and a pine. The pale
• 20:15
  Speaker 9: and bright yet dusky blue, and crossed by fleecy bars,
• 20:20
  Speaker 9: flings out the brilliant city lights, the moonlight and the stars,
• 20:28
  Speaker 9: and like a transformation scene on sheet glass. Down below,
• 20:34
  Speaker 9: the fairy lighted ferryboats are gliding to and fro. End
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  Speaker 9: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
• 20:53
  Speaker 10: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 10: Org by Wilson. Tis glorious morning everywhere save where the
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  Speaker 10: alleys lie. I see the fleecy steam jets bid good
• 21:08
  Speaker 10: morning to the sky. The gullies of Warta are near
• 21:13
  Speaker 10: with fall and pool, and by the shadowed western rocks.
• 21:16
  Speaker 10: The bays are fresh and cool, to points that hint
• 21:20
  Speaker 10: of Italy, of Italy and Spain. I see the busy
• 21:23
  Speaker 10: ferryboats come nosing round again to the toy station. Down below.
• 21:28
  Speaker 10: I see the toy trains run. I wonder when those
• 21:31
  Speaker 10: ferryboats will get their business done. Above the bay called Lavender,
• 21:36
  Speaker 10: this barred is domiciled, where up through rich, dark greenery,
• 21:40
  Speaker 10: the red tiled roofs are piled, at least some are.
• 21:44
  Speaker 10: I hope that soon they all shall be red tiled.
• 21:48
  Speaker 10: A moonlight night in middle Age that makes one feel
• 21:51
  Speaker 10: a child close over to the nearer left, that feels
• 21:56
  Speaker 10: the ocean breeze, a full moon and a dim blue
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  Speaker 10: sky sky, a church bire and dark trees. And further
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  Speaker 10: right the harsher heights of Mossmann, Double Bay and Rose Bay,
• 22:09
  Speaker 10: with their scattered lights, have softened with the day, and
• 22:13
  Speaker 10: fair across to where we know the shelving sea cliffs
• 22:16
  Speaker 10: are the lighthouse with a still faint glow beneath it,
• 22:20
  Speaker 10: winkling star across the harbor. From the right and fairly
• 22:24
  Speaker 10: in line the clock tower on the city hall, a
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  Speaker 10: ship past, and a pine. The pale and bright, yet
• 22:33
  Speaker 10: dusky blue and crossed by fleecy bars, flings out the
• 22:37
  Speaker 10: brilliant city lights, the moonlight and the stars, and like
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  Speaker 10: a transformation seen on cheat glass. Down below, the fairy
• 22:46
  Speaker 10: lighted ferryboats are gliding to and fro. In a poem.
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  Speaker 10: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 11: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson, red for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 11: Org by Lee Salter, January two thousand twenty one. Tis
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  Speaker 11: glorious morning everywhere save where the alleys lie. I see
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  Speaker 11: the fleecy steam jets bid good morning to the sky.
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  Speaker 2: The gullys of.
• 23:20
  Speaker 11: The Waratah are near with fallen Pool, and by the
• 23:24
  Speaker 11: shadowed western rocks. The bays are fresh and cool. To
• 23:29
  Speaker 11: points the hint of Italy, of Italy and Spain. I
• 23:33
  Speaker 11: see the busy ferryboats come nosing round again to the
• 23:37
  Speaker 11: toy station down below. I see the toy trains run.
• 23:41
  Speaker 11: I wonder when those ferryboats will get their business done.
• 23:45
  Speaker 11: Above the bay called Lavender, this barred is domiciled, where
• 23:50
  Speaker 11: up through rich dark greenery, the red tiled roofs are piled, at.
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  Speaker 12: Least some are.
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  Speaker 11: I hope that soon they all shall be red tiled.
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  Speaker 11: The moonlight night in middle Age that makes one feel
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  Speaker 11: a child close over to the nearer left, that feels
• 24:07
  Speaker 11: the ocean breeze, a full moon in a dim blue sky,
• 24:11
  Speaker 11: a church spire and dark trees. And further right the
• 24:15
  Speaker 11: harsher heights of Mossman, Double Bay and Rose Bay, with
• 24:19
  Speaker 11: their scattered lights, have softened with the day, and fair
• 24:24
  Speaker 11: across to where we know the shelving sea cliffs are
• 24:27
  Speaker 11: the lighthouse with a still faint glow beneath a twinkling star.
• 24:32
  Speaker 11: Across the harbor from the right, and fairly in a line,
• 24:36
  Speaker 11: the clock tower on the city hall, a ship mast
• 24:39
  Speaker 11: and a pine, the pale and bright yet dusky blue,
• 24:43
  Speaker 11: and crossed by fleecy bars. Flings out the brilliant city lights,
• 24:48
  Speaker 11: the moonlight and the stars, and like a transformation scene
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  Speaker 11: on sheep glass. Down below, the fairy lighted ferry boats
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  Speaker 11: are gliding to and fro. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 11: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by Phil Champh Tis glorious morning everywhere save where
• 25:21
  Speaker 3: the alleys lie. I see the fleecy steam jets bid
• 25:26
  Speaker 3: good morning to the sky. The gullies of the Waratah
• 25:30
  Speaker 3: are near with fallen pool, and by the shadowed western rocks.
• 25:35
  Speaker 3: The bays are fresh and cool, to points that hint
• 25:39
  Speaker 3: of Italy, of Italy and Spain. I see the busy
• 25:43
  Speaker 3: ferryboats come nosing round again to the toy station down below.
• 25:49
  Speaker 3: I see the toy trains run. I wonder when those
• 25:53
  Speaker 3: ferryboats will get their business done. Above the bay called Lavender,
• 25:58
  Speaker 3: this barred is domice siled, where up through rich, dark greenery,
• 26:03
  Speaker 3: the red tiled roofs are piled, at least some are.
• 26:08
  Speaker 3: I hope that soon they all shall be red tiled.
• 26:12
  Speaker 3: A moonlight night in middle age that makes one feel
• 26:16
  Speaker 3: a child close over to the nearer left that feels
• 26:20
  Speaker 3: the ocean breeze, a full moon in a dim blue sky,
• 26:24
  Speaker 3: a church spire and dark trees, and further right the
• 26:29
  Speaker 3: harsher heights of Mossmen, Double Bay and Rose Bay, with
• 26:33
  Speaker 3: their scattered lights have soften'd with the day, and fair
• 26:38
  Speaker 3: across to where we know the shelving sea cliffs are
• 26:42
  Speaker 3: the lighthouse with a still faint glow beneath the twinkling star.
• 26:47
  Speaker 3: Across the harbor. From the right, and fairly in a line,
• 26:52
  Speaker 3: the clock tower on the city hall, a shipmast and
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  Speaker 3: a pine. The pale and bright yet dusky blue and
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  Speaker 3: crossed by fleecy bars, flings out the brilliant city lights,
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  Speaker 3: the moonlight and the stars, and like a transformation scene
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  Speaker 3: on sheet glass. Down below, the fairy lighted ferryboats are
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  Speaker 3: gliding to and fro. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 12: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 12: Org by Paul Harvey. Tis glorious morning everywhere save where
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  Speaker 12: the alleys lie. I see the fleecy steam jet spid
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  Speaker 12: good morning to the sky. The gullies of the Wada
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  Speaker 12: are near with fallen pool, and by the shadowed western rocks.
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  Speaker 12: The bays are fresh and cool. To points the hint
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  Speaker 12: of Italy of Illa in Spain, I see the busy
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  Speaker 12: fairy boats coming nosing round again to the toy station.
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  Speaker 12: Down below. I see the toy trains run. I wonder
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  Speaker 12: when those ferryboats will get their business done. Above the
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  Speaker 12: bay called Lavender, this barred is domiciled, where up through rich,
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  Speaker 12: dark greenery, the red tiled roofs are piled, at least
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  Speaker 12: some are. I hope that soon they all shall be
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  Speaker 12: red tiled. A moonlight night in middle Age that makes
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  Speaker 12: one feel the child close over to the nearer left,
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  Speaker 12: that feels the ocean breeze, a full moon in a
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  Speaker 12: dim blue sky, a church spire and dark trees, and
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  Speaker 12: further right the harsher heights of Mossmen, Double Bay and
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  Speaker 12: Rose Bay, with their scattered lights, have softened with the
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  Speaker 12: day fair. Across to where we know the shelving sea
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  Speaker 12: cliffs are the lighthouse with a still faint glow beneath
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  Speaker 12: a twinkling star. Across the harbor from the right, and
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  Speaker 12: fairly in a line, the clock tower on the city hall,
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  Speaker 12: a ship mast and a pine. The pale and bright,
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  Speaker 12: yet dusky blue, and crossed by fleecy bars, flings out
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  Speaker 12: the brilliant city lights, the moonlight and the stars, and
• 29:30
  Speaker 12: like a transformation scene on chet glass. Down below, the
• 29:35
  Speaker 12: fairy lighted faerry boats are gliding to and fro. End
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  Speaker 12: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 13: Above Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson, read for libre vox
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  Speaker 13: by Ricky Powell, tis glorious morning everywhere save where.
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  Speaker 6: The alleys lie.
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  Speaker 13: I see the fleecy steam jet's bid good morning to
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  Speaker 13: the sky. The gullies of the Warata are near with
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  Speaker 13: fallen pool and by the shadowed western rocks. The bays
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  Speaker 13: are fresh and cool, to points that hint of Italy,
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  Speaker 13: of Italy and Spain. I see the busy fairy boats
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  Speaker 13: come nosing round again to the toy station. Down below.
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  Speaker 13: I see the toy trains run. I wonder when those
• 30:30
  Speaker 13: fairy boats will get their business done. Above the bay
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  Speaker 13: called Lavender, this bard is domiciled, where up through rich,
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  Speaker 13: dark greenery, the red tiled roofs are piled, at least
• 30:43
  Speaker 13: some are. I hope that soon they all shall be
• 30:46
  Speaker 13: red tiled A moonlight night in middle Age that makes
• 30:51
  Speaker 13: one feel a child close over to the nearer left,
• 30:55
  Speaker 13: that feels the ocean breeze, a full moon in a
• 30:59
  Speaker 13: dim blue sk skuy, a church spire and dark trees,
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  Speaker 13: and further right the harsher heights of Mossman, Double Bay
• 31:08
  Speaker 13: and Rose Bay, with their scattered lights, have softened with
• 31:12
  Speaker 13: the day, and fair across to where we know the
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  Speaker 13: shelving sea cliffs are the lighthouse with a still faint
• 31:20
  Speaker 13: glow beneath a twinkling star. Across the harbour. From the
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  Speaker 13: right and fairly in a line, the clock tower on
• 31:29
  Speaker 13: the city hall, a ship mast in a pine, the
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  Speaker 13: pale and bright yet dusky blue and crossed by fleecy bars,
• 31:39
  Speaker 13: flings out the brilliant city lights, the moonlight and the stars,
• 31:45
  Speaker 13: and like a transformation scene on sheet glass. Down below,
• 31:50
  Speaker 13: the fairy lighted fairy boats are gliding to and fro
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  Speaker 13: and of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 14: Upop Lavender Bay by Henry Lawson, read for libripox dot
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  Speaker 14: Org by Santiago Floris Tis glorious morning everywhere save where
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  Speaker 14: the alleys lie. I see the fleecy steam jets bid
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  Speaker 14: good morning to the sky. The gullys of the Wartaw
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  Speaker 14: are near, would fall and pull, and by the shadowed
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  Speaker 14: western rocks the base are fresh and cool. Two points
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  Speaker 14: that hint of Italy. Of Italy in Spain. I see
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  Speaker 14: the busy ferry boats come nosing round again to the
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  Speaker 14: toy station down below. I see the toy trains run.
• 32:44
  Speaker 14: I wonder when those ferry boats will get their business done.
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  Speaker 14: Above the bay called Lavender, this bard is domiciled, where
• 32:52
  Speaker 14: up through rich, dark greenery, the red tiled roofs are piled,
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  Speaker 14: at least some are. I hope that soon they all
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  Speaker 14: all shall be red tiled. A moonlight night in middle
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  Speaker 14: Age that makes one feel a child close over to
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  Speaker 14: the nearer left, that feels the ocean breeze, a full
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  Speaker 14: moon in a dim blue sky, a church spire and
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  Speaker 14: dark trees, And further right the harsher heights of Mossmen,
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  Speaker 14: Topple Bay and Rose Bay, with their scattered lights, have
• 33:23
  Speaker 14: softened with the day and fair across to where we
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  Speaker 14: know the shelving sea cliffs are the lighthouse with a
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  Speaker 14: still faint glow beneath a twinkling star across the harbor
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  Speaker 14: from the right and fairly in line the clock tower,
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  Speaker 14: on the city hull, a ship mast, and the pine.
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  Speaker 14: The pale and bright yet dusky blue and crossed by
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  Speaker 14: fleecy bars, flings out the brilliant city lights, the moonlight
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  Speaker 14: and the stars, and like a transformation scene on sheet glass.
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  Speaker 14: Down below, the fairy lighted a faery boats are colliding
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  Speaker 14: to and fro. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 14: the public domain.