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Comes Helen. How the virgin vision touches
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O, there is plenty for the true romancer
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Night for love, A. Sir Rupert of the Sword
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A Tall west window opens up the glen
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Let me read Greek, to see if I'm awake
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Rupert Loraine was of a knightly house
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And when the maiden from his clasp had fled
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Three inches high, and not a single decimal
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Hymn Hermes, Muse, the son of Zeus and Maia
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Rupert Loraine was full of power and vigour
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