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Creating Another Shakespearean Tragedy
Where art thou?
Post is the day,
With the night almost spent.
Where is my love light?
Without it, I will surely become unsteady,
And am apt to stumble in the night.
Where is my love who has taught the stars to shine,
Which have guided me on such nights as this?
Foul is the northern wind
That would snuff a candle
While it is being lit!
And what of your absence?
I...
Thursday 22nd February 2018 7:43 pm
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