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You come with those clear eyes of yours, as valiant as an angel. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. You see, we travelled second class, and we are in the least known quarter of Paris.
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