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Jacqui Dankworth
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a love like ours
a nightingale sang in berkeley square
at last
blame it on my youth
i can t make you love me
i m glad there is you
ill wind
in the still of the night
it happens quietly
make someone happy
my foolish heart
my romance
the folks who live on the hill
the man