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With a smile bejeweled by her teeth, a fairer lass my eyes have never seen

Verily myself I count blessed for my soul she tooketh to lands never have I before been

A sip out of thy love goblet I took and whilst its taste lingers, thy care I’ll gladly abuse

Thy gaze soothing and lulling znot unlike a poultice’s kiss unto a smarting bruise.

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