The sun lit up the day and moon for the night
The delicacy of my dreams flowed down my cheeks
Living the tragedy that seemed a mystery
Faith on a quotation fueled the hauler of captivity in hope ...
What? Dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart?
To take all mine and give me none again?
Or have thine eyes such magic or that art
That what they get they ever do retain?
Play not the tyrant, but take some remorse;
Rebate thy spleen, if but for pity's sake;
Or, cruel, if thou canst not, let us 'scourse,
And, for one piece of thine, my whole heart take.
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