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| Night Falls |
| Come, wait upon him. Lead him to my bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a wat'ry eye, and when she weeps, weeps every little flower, lamenting some enforced chastity. Tie up my lover's tounge. Bring him silently. Titania William Shakespeare |
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