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You can't trust vampires. Trust me.
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O my love! My wife!
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Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath
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hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
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Thou art not conquered.
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Beauty's ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks.
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And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
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I hate being celebrated.
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There are worse tragedies. l mean, look at Romeo.
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Killed his true love out of sheer stupidity.
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Yeah.
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Though l do envy him one thing.