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/ An agate-black, your roguish eyes / Claim no proud lineage of the skies, / No starry blue; but of good earth / The reckless witchery and mirth.
/ Looped in your raven hair's repose, / A hot aroma, one red rose / Dies; envious of that loveliness, / By being near which its is less.