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Why do you do the you've done
And how dumb you have to be
To do them again like I you're going to?
If you're the you say you are and beauty's in everything you see
Then how can love exist in a run by people like you?
Because there's suffering, you're there
southern trees, you hang them in the air
The world screams out in and you don't care
But the shit hit the fan
I just pray you will not be
you

You took a heart with so much for love
And it with hatred and rage
Until there was left but for it to shrivel up and die
People will you that if you don't love your neighbor
Then you don't God
But no god of mine would put in such unrighteous eyes
Now the way we hold other so tight
Would look more like a noose if held up to the
Because we each other in dreams every night
Now never speak of it again, all right?

Even now I the day, and yet, I think,
Few come within the of my curse,
Wherein I did not some notorious
As kill a man, or devise his death;
Ravish a maid, or the way to do it;
Accuse innocent, and forswear myself;
Set enmity between two friends;
poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them their tears,
Oft have I up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their friends' doors,
Even when their almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the of trees,
Have with my carved in Roman letters,
Let not sorrow die, though I am dead.
Tut! I have done a dreadful things
As as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily
But that I do ten thousand more.

(Act V, i, lines 129-148 of Shakespear's Titus Andronicus)