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Monday, April 24, 2006
Shall i compare thee to the summer's breeze? Or shall i compare thee to the Winter's freeze? Or perhapes you d love the Autumn's freedom? And that lovely Spring's blossom. Shall I tell thee how much i love you? Or shall i tell thee how much she loves you? Or perhapes you d love to join me in Hevean? With sins forever forgiven. You left thee for Shakespeare's mistress, Whose eyes are nothing but pure distress. I yearn for you through rain and shine, yet nothing can keep you 'cept the binds. Poison I see hath been your timeless end, Then I'll be brief and kiss your hands. O happy Beggar! give me a dagger... This is thy sheath; there rest, and let me die. yidan left a note at 4:50 PM ***
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