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« 最後編輯時間: 2013-09-15 08:57:07 由 追星傑 »
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Was the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt Illium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss!
Her lips suck forth my soul, see where it
flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again!
Here will I dwell, for heavan be in these lips,
And everything is dross that is not Helena!
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