All are fake, and nor there charm
But, you Helen
Thee face undifined
Comfort for a peacefull night
And can contain my heart
And, the whole endless world........
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No one perish the 'Trojen'
But, you Helen
And harm you make them fire.
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Helen the name of refined beauty
The never lost spring
And ever last poem.
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What make the Fostess,
To bond his soul,
To that lusifer, .......nothing
But you Helen
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