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Why do you do the things you've
And how dumb you have to be
To do them like I know 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 world run by people you?
Because when there's suffering, you're
southern trees, you hang them in the air
The world screams out in agony and you don't
But should the hit the fan
I just you will not be spared
you

You took a heart so much room for love
And it with hatred and rage
Until there was nothing left but for it to up and die
People will tell you that if you don't love neighbor
Then you don't God
But no god of mine would put in such unrighteous eyes
Now the way we each other so tight
Would look more like a if held up to the light
Because we betray each in dreams every night
Now never speak of it again, all right?

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

(Act V, Scene i, lines 129-148 of Titus Andronicus)