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For a moment she rested against me Like a swallow half blown to the wall, And they talk of Swinburne's women, And the shepherdess meeting with Guido. And the harlots of Baudelaire.
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For a moment she rested against me Like a swallow half blown to the wall, And they talk of Swinburne's women, And the shepherdess meeting with Guido. And the harlots of Baudelaire.
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