The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems

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roof upon the

dear hair int

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witches' reve

very jointin

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till weeps wit

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see the gold stai

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taught m

when I

so many

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words

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with a steel

renchant; ye

hilt to poi

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silver, Lor

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when they l

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Michael, wh

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like a line

twilight, as h

ime he scarcel

on his face,

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ugh the grass, s

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dinted lay be

were twisted to

hich was a l

lly, was shifted

il-rings on the

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the west, yet s

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days after t

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see Sir Rober

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st that my lips

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turns of fate th

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ch'd the gilde

hall. But it is

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Rapunzel, 'tis

tems shine throu

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was Rapunzel: e

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sweet slim harebe

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sunlight an

memories

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memories

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ever grip the ham

n hair shall eve

t and shade from

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