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| Yo, Bromez! How'd you get past the 'rents? | |
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| With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out. What's to eat? | |
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| You look troubled. Or maybe constipated. | |
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| Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper softened valor's steel! | |
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| Dude! That's just the saltpeter in the stew. | |
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