Is thy fate real?
Perchance it is just cruel and ordeal.
Wherefore can't thee dear love work out?
but instead, it was a fie in action.
The message to Friar John was planned,
but was the plague foreseen?
Or has destiny shifted thy directions apart?
How fond of my green plan,
when I haven't thought throughly about it.
I could foresee the pain and anguished eyes,
That lie in thy sockets of sad Romeo.
Juliet, your choice was sad.
I offered you the choice amongst the holy nuns,
but you didn't accept it.
You choose to die away with the one you verily love.
Pray for both families thy drown in sadness.
Fade aroint,
Fare-the-well star-crossed lovers.
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