| Home from work, our Juliet
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| Clears her morning meal
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| She dabs her skin with pretty smells
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| Concealing to appeal
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| «I will make my bed»
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| She said, but turned to go
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| Can she be late for her cinema show?
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| Cinema show
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| Romeo locks his basement flat
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| And scurries up the stair
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| With head held high and floral tie
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| A weekend millionaire
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| «I will make my bed»
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| With her tonight, he cries
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| Can he fail armed with his chocolate surprise?
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| Take a little trip back with father Tiresias
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| Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through
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| I have crossed between the poles, for me there’s no mystery
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| Once a man, like the sea I raged
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| Once a woman, like the earth I gave
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| But there is in fact more earth than sea
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| Take a little trip back with father Tiresias
|
| Listen to the old one speak of all he has lived through
|
| I have crossed between the poles, for me there’s no mystery
|
| Once a man, like the sea I raged
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| Once a woman, like the earth I gave
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| But there is in fact more earth than sea |