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| Is love a tender thing? Is it too rough, too rude, too boostrous and it picks like thorn. | |
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| If love be rough with you, be rough with love. | |
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| His name is Romeo, and a Montague... | |
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| Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo! | |
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| And on my life he hath stolen himself to bed. | |
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