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I will drink life to the lees. ---Alfred Tennyson
For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo. ---William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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Tis a morning pure and sweet, And a dewy splendour falls On the little flower that clings To the turrets and the walls; 'Tis a morning pure and sweet, And the light and shadow fleet; She is walking in the meadow, And the woodland echo rings; In a moment we shall meet; She is singing in the meadow, And the rivulet at her feet Ripples on in light and shadow To the ballad that she sings. Alfred Lord Tennyson, Maud
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