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 | ...One shade the more, one ray the less; Had half impaired the nameless grace; Which waves in every raven tress... |  |
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 | Wait. Wait. Wait. You're claiming YOU wrote this? |  |
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 | Yeah. It's a love poem to my girlfriend, Rosamund. You like it so far? |  |
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 | It's Lord Byron dude. |  |
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 | I'm sorry. Do you like it Lord Byron? |  |
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 | You can just call me Byron. |  |
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