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 heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
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 heaven be in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
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