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So I find every pleasant spot In which we two were wont to meet, The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night... William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. William Shakespeare, As You Like It
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