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Saison 1 (1961-1962) | 
| 1961 | 
To the pure | 
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But linda only smiled | 
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The insolent heart | 
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I remember a lemon tree | 
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An expensive glass of water | 
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The sound of laughter | 
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A few brief lines for dave | 
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Pavanne for a gentle lady | 
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My good friend krikor | 
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The sweet kiss of madness | 
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A certain time, a certain darkness | 
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A dark night for billy harris | 
| 1962 | 
And if I die | 
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A memory of candy stripes | 
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Imagine a long bright corridor | 
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A story to be softly told | 
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The big trouble with charlie | 
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Give my hands an epitaph | 
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Victory wears a cruel smile | 
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Odyssey of a proud suitcase | 
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Behold a pale horse | 
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For the ladybug, one dozen roses | 
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To a grand and natural finale | 
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Monument to an aged hunter | 
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All the clocks are ticking | 
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Among others, a girl named Abilene | 
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A pleasant thing for the eyes | 
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And eve wore a veil of tears | 
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Preferably, the less-used arm | 
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An uncommonly innocent killing | 
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So oft it chances in particular men | 
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When you see an evil man | 
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Saison 2 (1962-1963) | 
| 1962 | 
Mrs mcbroom and the cloud watcher | 
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The night that nothing happened | 
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In the name of love, a small corruption | 
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Legacy from a stranger | 
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Go not gently into the night | 
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Behold! they walk an ancient road | 
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Of all save pain bereft | 
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And even death shall die | 
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The fireman who raised rabbits | 
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Between summer and winter, the glorious season | 
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I hear america singing | 
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Pack up all my cares and woes | 
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Saturday, surgery, and Stanley Schultz | 
| 1963 | 
I'll be alright in the morning | 
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A cardinal act of mercy : Part 1 | 
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A cardinal act of mercy : Part 2 | 
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Use neon for my epitaph | 
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He thought he saw an albatross | 
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A short biographical sketch of james tuttle peabody, M. D. | 
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A hundred more pipers | 
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Suffer the little children | 
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Rigadoon for three pianos | 
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The white ones are dolphins | 
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Will everyone who believes in terry dunne please applaud | 
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For i will plait thy hair with gold | 
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Father was an interne | 
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Rage against the dying light | 
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La vie, la vie interieure | 
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My enemy is a bright green sparrow | 
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Lullaby for billy dignan | 
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Hang no hats on dreams | 
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Saison 3 (1963-1964) | 
| 1963 | 
For this relief, much thanks | 
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Justice to a microbe | 
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With the rich and mighty, always a little patience | 
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Allie | 
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If there were dreams to sell | 
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The echo of a silent cheer : Part 1 | 
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The echo of a silent cheer : Part 2 | 
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Little drops of water, little grains of sand | 
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Light up the dark corners | 
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Six impossible things before breakfast | 
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Fire in a sacred fruit tree | 
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Dispel the black cyclone that shakes the throne | 
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My love, my love | 
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From too much love of living | 
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It is getting dark...and we are lost | 
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The last splintered spoke of the old burlesque wheel | 
| 1964 | 
The light that loses, the night that wins | 
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I'll get on my ice floe and wave goodbye | 
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The only place where they know my name | 
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There was once a man in the land of uz | 
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One nation indivisible | 
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Goodbye to blue elephants and such | 
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The bark of a three-headed hound | 
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The sound of one hand clapping | 
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A falcon's eye, a lion's heart, a girl's hand | 
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The lonely ones | 
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Keep out of reach of adults | 
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Dress my doll pretty | 
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Onions and mustard seed will make her weep | 
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Make me the first american | 
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Heap logs and let the blaze laugh out | 
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For a just man falleth seven times | 
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The evidence of things not seen | 
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Saison 4 (1964-1965) | 
| 1964 | 
August is the month before christmas | 
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A bird in the solitude singing | 
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But who shall beat the drums ? | 
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Autumn without red leaves | 
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You fish or you cut bait | 
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For jimmy, the best of everything | 
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A woods full of question marks | 
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A thousand words are mute | 
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Money, a horse and a knowledge of latin | 
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A disease of the heart called love | 
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Kill the dream, but spare the dreamer | 
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Courage at 3:00 A.M. | 
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This wild, wild, wild waltzing world | 
| 1965 | 
A boy is standing outside the door | 
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Where does the boomerang go ? | 
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Pas de deux | 
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Every other minute, it's the end of the world | 
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A rambling discourse on egyptian water clocks | 
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When i am grown to man's estate | 
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A man, a maid, and a marionette | 
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A dipperful of water from a poisoned well | 
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A little fun to match the sorrow | 
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Minus that rusty old hacksaw | 
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Eulogy in four flats | 
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Three li'l lambs | 
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A slave is on the throne | 
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Journeys end in lovers meeting | 
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The day they stole county general | 
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Did your mother come from ireland, Ben Casey ? | 
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From sutter's crick...and beyond farewell | 
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A horse named stravinsky | 
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Saison 5 (1965-1966) | 
| 1965 | 
War of nerves | 
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O' the big wheel turns by faith, by faith | 
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A nightingale named nathan | 
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Run for your lives, Dr Galanos practices here ! | 
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Because of the needle, the haystack was lost | 
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What to her is plato ? | 
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Francini ? who is Francini ? | 
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Then i, and you, and all of us fell down | 
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No more, cried the rooster - there will be truth | 
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The importance of being 65937 | 
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When givers prove unkind | 
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The man from quasilia | 
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Why did the day go backwards? | 
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You wanna know what really goes on in a hospital ? | 
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If you play your cards right, you too can be a loser | 
| 1966 | 
In case of emergency, cry havoc | 
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Meantime, we shall express our darker purpose | 
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For san diego, you need a different bus | 
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Smile, baby, smile, it's only twenty dols of pain | 
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Fun and games and other tragic things | 
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Weave nets to catch the wind | 
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Lullaby for a wind-up toy | 
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Where did all the roses go ? | 
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Twenty six ways to spell heartbreak : A, B, C, D... | 
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Pull the wool over your eyes, here comes the cold wind of truth | 
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Then, suddenly, panic | 
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