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The Mourning Blade The crimson river that flows to be shed Why oh why did one endith up so dead My blade has ended a foe that we dread Oh Capulet I fear my blood be bled Therefore, I protect what is dearest me And dearest me is the life of master
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The Mourning Blade The crimson river that flows to be shed Why oh why did one endith up so dead My blade has ended a foe that we dread Oh Capulet I fear my blood be bled Therefore, I protect what is dearest me And dearest me is the life of master I wish him not to be ate by the sea Thou hope this not to be a disaster Capulet I wish thee to accept this Not as a hatred but as a sorrow Romeo has not spilt more than a list We can both look forward to tomorrow For Montague and Capulet let be Let eyes be open and finally see