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R Red lips are not so red
Remain, ah not in youth alone!
Remember me when I am gone away
Robin sat on gude green hill
Rose-cheek'd Laura, come
Round the cape of a sudden came the sea
Rome! what a scroll of History thine has been
Rorate coeli desuper!

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