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[Grell is gazing out absently, holding a handful of snow that she slowly makes into a ball while she speaks.]
Do you come from Heaven or rise from the abyss,
Beauty? Your gaze, divine and infernal,
Pours out confusedly benevolence and crime,
And one may for that, compare you to wine.
[She crushes the ball in her hand then.]
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