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We wove a web in childhood
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I sing that hero over France who reigned
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Late Branch of murdered royalty
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A Better lot is thine fair maid
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Justine upon thy silent tomb the dews of eving weep
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On bending stalk a bonny flower
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Fair forms of glistening marble stand around
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A Week ago September dead October's moon set in
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Let us drive care away
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Gilbert
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