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« 最後編輯時間: 2013-04-14 17:35:07 由 SIMON »
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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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