He jests at scars that never felt a wound
But, Soft! what light through yonder window break?
It is the east, and Juliet the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the wnvious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid, since she is envious.
Rabu, 13 Agustus 2008
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