Clears her morning meal. Home from work our Juliet
Concealing to appeal.
She said, but turned to go.
She dabs her skin with pretty smells
I will make my bed,
Can she be late for her cinema show? Romeo locks his basement flat,
With head held high and floral tie,
And scurries up the stair.
I will make my bed
A weekend millionaire.
With her tonight, he cries.
Take a little trip back with father Tiresias,
Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise? Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through.
Once a man, like the sea I raged,
I have crossed between the poles, for me there's no mystery.
There es in fact more earth than seaOnce a woman, like the earth I gave.
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