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![]() Your beauty perish and be lost For all eyes but these eyes. |
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![]() What better than call a dance? |
![]() Great hatred, little room, Maimed us at the start. |
![]() I hear it in the deep heart's core. |
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![]() I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, And open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. |
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