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A secret marriage in the dead of night To a beauty for whom Roderigo would fight But the gentle Desdemona to marry a moor Was a thought Barbantio would directly abhor
If winter comes I never think Because when summer comes The fire tends to its lost blaze. And the house we built so secretly Crumbles Into the hut we fell accustomed to
As the whispers of my heart Design the desires of my soul Each Piece that travels down Has more significance than gold One Unattainable quality my kind Couldn't bare to see go
We crossed paths in the night sky As the Angels fought about us We found something they'd never know "Such a love lost In heaven " God said as he sent us to hell Making every moment last
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