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III.
ROUGE ET NOIR.
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Soul, wilt thou toss again ?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost, indeed,
But tens have won an all.
Angels' breathless ballot
Lingers to record thee ;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
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