Oh, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known.
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Millions of people
swarming like flies round
Waterloo underground
but Terry and Julie
cross over the river
where they feel safe and sound
and they don't need no friends
as long as they gaze on
Waterloo sunset
they are in paradise
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Capulet:
A hall, a hall, give room! And foot it, girls!
More light, you knaves, and turn the tables up;
And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.
Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet,
For you and I are past our dancing days.
How long is't now since last yourself and I
Were in a mask?
Take heart, dearest daughter, the end of Shakespeare is nigh and you can soon go out and pub and dance to your heart's content until it is time to cram again for end of term papers and finals.
And so it goes...
good one!
and i hope you're enjoying the festivities.
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