She`s passing fair; but so demure is she, So quiet is her gown, so smooth her hair, That few there are who note her and agree She`s passing fair. Yet when was ever beauty held more rare Than simple heart and maiden modesty? What fostered charms with virtue could compare? Alas, no lover ever stops to see; The best that she is offered is the air. Yet- if the passing mark is minus D- She`s passing fair.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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