I thought of my love tonight,
Hoping for a letter,
Or perhaps a word,
But of her I've seldom heard.
I thought of my love tonight,
And her veiled eyes;
Open thy curtain,
...There be Juliet,
Not Oedipus blind.
And where is Romeo?
Lying by your side?
No, he is dead,
and buried inside;
Inside of the man,
So unfairly weighed-
Of a lover, a loon,
Thou hast...
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