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	Red lips are not so red Remain, ah not in youth alone! Remember me when I am gone away Robin sat on gude green hill Rose-cheek'd Laura, come Round the cape of a sudden came the sea Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been Rorate coeli desuper!

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