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A poem that is traditionally sung by the common people of a region and forms part of their culture. - ppt download
La Belle dame Sans merci” By : John Keats ( the beautiful lady without Mercy) Jocelyn Garcia Angelica Pomares Van-Hang Hoang Tram Tran. - ppt download
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𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝟶.𝟹 - #PoetrySnippet I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful—a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. — John Keats, La
