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LA " LP-ARA (RUBY-CHIP)

La " l-p a ra as her name doth one of these own,
A girl whose heart is hard as is the flint-stone.
Her mouth in very truth's a ruby bright red,
Her teeth are pearls, so too the words by her said.
Strange were it, if my heart be by her love slaved?
For sooth her rubies bear the " coral-prayer " graved.
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