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''Helen,
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Thy beauty is to me
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Like those Nicean barks of yore,
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That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
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The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
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To his own native shore,''
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Who was Helen?
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- Some kinda whore of Babylon?
- One doesn't know who Helen was,,,
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but l picture her as being very, very,,,
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extremely,,,
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pale,
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Mrs, Munson, l have been trying
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to figure out some way of
expressin' my gratitude to you
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for takin' in this weary, wayworn wanderer,
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lt's just a little old present,
Why, it's hardly anything at all,
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Oh, why, Mr, Dorr!
You are a gallant man,
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Oh, madam, l blush, l melt,
No,,,
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l just happened to hear
of this gospel concert tomorrow night,
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''The Mighty, Mighty Clouds of Joy'',
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and l thought you and a friend
from church perhaps would,,,?
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- Yes, l have a widow lady friend,
- The concert is up in Memphis,
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so l have arranged a car service
to transport you thither,
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Ah?
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Why, Sheriff Wyner!
How you doin'?
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Good evenin', Mrs, Munson,
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l just stopped by here to let you know
l did have a talk with Weemack,
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and he told me he's gonna comply
with your request