| In Verona, my late cousin Romeo
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| Was three times as stupid as my Dromio
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| For he fell in love
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| And then he died of it
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| Poor half-wit!
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| This can’t be love, because I feel so well
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| No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs
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| This can’t be love. |
| I get no dizzy spells
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| My head is not in the skies
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| My heart does not stand still
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| Just hear it beat
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| This is too sweet
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| To be love
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| This can’t be love, because I feel so well
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| But still, I love to look in your eyes
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| Though your cousin loved my cousin Juliet
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| Loved her with a passion much more truly yet
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| Some poor playwright
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| Wrote their drama just for fun
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| It won’t run!
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| This can’t be love, because I feel so well
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| No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs
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| This can’t be love. |
| I get no dizzy spells
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| My head is not in the skies
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| My heart does not stand still
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| Just hear it beat
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| This is too sweet
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| To be love
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| This can’t be love, because I feel so well
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| But still, I love to look in your eyes |