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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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