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Et serais-je pomme un peu dorée, pour que tu me cueilles, glissant par un tel froid, tandis que le soleil et l'ombre, ta robe d'herbe tachetée, ta robe d'herbe et tes cheveux d'or filés. Or would I were a little burnish'd apple For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold, While sun and shade your robe of lawn will dapple, Your robe of lawn, and your hair's spun gold.
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