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Harlequin
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Ay, there's the rub.
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Harlequin
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Ay, there's the rub.
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Harlequin
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Ay, there's the rub.
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Harlequin
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To hit 'blather' and see words repeated twice more...ay, there's the fucking rub. =)
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Farool
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For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love
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Farool
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Well I could sleep forever, but it's of her I dream. If I could sleep forever I could forget about everything.
And by the way, if you need to be out in a storm, and I can't go outside instead of you, then I'd rather be out with you. If I can't take a bullet for you, and I can't get you out of the line of fire, then please, mon amie. Can I get out on the playing field if it's down to that and staying on the sidelines? Believe it or not, I'm happier with you. Fo' reals. 'cause you rock my socks that much. Mon amie, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime tousjour.
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