I wanted him an hour of poetry,
He went to look for a book of poems to give.
Where there was a touch of affection or a statement of pains.
Juliet looked on the way and waited
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The sky is cloudy,
Cloudlets are quarreling
and making thunder
God is waiting for thee
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Oh! I couldn't, couldn't tell him
How much I need him!
I couldn't breathe without him;
My heart has left me alone.
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So many states have crossed the thorny path
The prince brought blood rose.
Numerous scratches on his chest did not hurt him.
But love has died in Cleopatra's negligence.
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