How could you So mount a ewe O capital Capulet Your mountains, naught a third of seven Rome couldst not forget Sub rosa, you met with family foe To speak of names and roses So sweet the air did fill with heat You two need water hoses I think you more of moon than sun For your silly sleeping plot The city fell to feel no more With blade, you stayed to rot There's the knot within your plan Seek one more in that yew Make thou a bow from it, my pet And put yourself thereto Soar through the air most anywhere But the capitol, you clue

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