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11a10Come away, come away, death,12a12br
11a10And in sad cypress let me be laid;12a12br
11a10Fly away, fly away breath;12a12br
11a10I am slain by a fair cruel maid.12a12br
11a10My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,12a12br
11a10O, prepare it!12a12br
11a10My part of death, no one so true12a12br
11a10Did share it.12a12br
11a10Not a flower, not a flower sweet12a12br
11a10On my black coffin let there be strown;12a12br
11a10Not a friend, not a friend greet12a12br
11a10My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:12a12br
11a10A thousand thousand sighs to save,12a12br
11a10Lay me, O, where12a12br
11a10Sad true lover never find my grave,12a12br
11a10To weep there!12a12br
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11i10Twelfth Night. William Shakespeare12i12br
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Heaven, ****, or... Hollow Existence... Ceased...
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Heaven, ****, or... Hollow Existence... Ceased... Don't know if it's scarier than ****...