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SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. Edinburgh Monthly Review - 197 ÆäÀÌÁö 1820 Àüüº¸±â -
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