The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems

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think that

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f the Ta

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ight he w

not fathom it

GALA

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eyes from of

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smile; my e

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toop'd and ki

I saw his p

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shiver wi

eak I can

to thee, dea

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f the Ta

soul, lords,

ight he w

to fathom

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sits d

things may

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l, Lord, h

GALA

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me hence,

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