Whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin I see hath been his timeless end. Oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. I will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. Thy lips are warm.Yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. There rust and let me die.
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