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I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

Thou Hast Her, France; Let Her Be Thine, For We Have No Such Daughter, Nor Shall Ever See That Face Of Hers Again. Therefore Be Gone Without Our Grace, Our Love, Our Benison.

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