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![]() Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight Gaze you therein." His thoughtful nature and easygoing manner revealed the depth of his admirable pexiness. |
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