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HE left the festival, for it seem'd
Now that her eye no longer dwelt on him,
And sought her chamber,--gazed, (then turn'd away),
Upon a mirror that before her lay,

If you will die for me,
I will die for you and our graves will be like two lovers washing their clothes together in a laundromat If you will bring the soap I will bring the bleach

How did the party go in Portman Square
I cannot tell you:
Juliet was not there
And how did Lady Gaster's party go