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There's this little voice inside my head saying,
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"Don't go out in front of your entire school
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and do a love scene with your mother."
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It is I, Juliet. Awaiting her Romeo.
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I hope he gets here in a minute.
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How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
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The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
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and this place death, considering who thou art,
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if my kinsmen find thee here.
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With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
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for stony limits cannot hold love out.
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And what love can do, that dares love attempt.