Follow my tune o’ gracious image
follow me even if it mean forgetting my adage
Is love not what my father’s seek therein the place of rest?
they are ashamed and decide to love in the silent haven
Our’s will be not an open secret
where even the moon shall peep and be jealous
the audience will freeze
that they may not feel the breeze
Of which we share in-between the lips
Greater our love shall be
than that of Romeo and Juliet for,
death with them, they shall never go the same path
Our’s shall be even beyond death wrath.
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