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Uh, it is I, the craftsman, here to hath help with your climb.
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Craftsman, be gone. Be gone
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and let the star-crossed lovers resume their forbidden courtship.
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Yes, be gone, craftsman, be gone.
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But I must reinforce thine tower
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so thou Romeo doesn't fall and become paralyzed.
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Well, if the craftsman had done his job as he was supposed to,
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it seems the tower would stand like a pillar
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and not wobble like a willow in the wind.
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Well, if Romeo was a small middle school boy as he was supposed to be,
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and not a growneth man who eats too many potato-ith skins,
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we might not have this problem!