They'll never recognize reality.
The mask they see me in is the one they wanna see.
I'm nothing different,
There's nothing wrong with me.
Just don't look to closely,
or you'll see my costume's seams.
In fair Verona,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
Death- marked love.
Arise sun and kill the envious moon.
Beautiful tyrant.
Cut him out in little stars.
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
that sees into the bottom of my grief?
Cold thrills through my veins,
and almost freezes up the heat of life.
Dancing light darkens his eyes,
blurred through dreary windows.
















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