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After all, this could never be the black sheep. ‘Also that it was that you did not wish the French connection. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes.
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