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If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine the gentle sin is this; My lips,two blushing pilgrims,ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
O Romeo,Romeo,wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, Or,if thou wilt not,be but sworn by love And I'll no longer be a capulet
Here comes the lady.O,so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint. A lover may bestride the gossamers That idles in the wanton summer air, And yet not fall,so light in vanity.
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