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And Her Face So Fair Stirr'd With Her Dream, As Rose-leaves With The Air.
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And her face so fair
Stirr'd with her dream, as rose-leaves with the air.
-- Lord Byron (1788-1824)
-- Don Juan, Canto iv, Stanza 29
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