[00:11.13]Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
[00:18.44]And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
[00:27.48]Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
[00:37.93]Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!
[00:48.58]Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
[01:00.34]Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips,
[01:08.93]And all is dross that is not Helena.
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Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.
Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!
Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven be in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.