if music be the food of love play on
let there be excess of it that surfeiting
the appetite may sicken and so die
that strain again it had a dying fall
oh it breathed upon a bank of violets
stealing and giving odour enough no more
tis not so sweet now as it was before

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she was a phantom of delight
when first she gleamed upon my sight
a lovely apparition sent
to be a moment's ornament

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and i most jocund apt and willingly
to do you rest would die a thousand deaths

aren't i a good lit student,muahah.its really all memorized.my twelfth night is with ashraff if you want proof.but for the uh english teacher,its in my bag lah.so that one's up to you to believe.

i am improportionate.

will i grow any taller?