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Gentles, perchance you wonder at this show; |
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But wonder on, till truth make all things plain. |
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This man is Pyramus, if you would know; |
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This beauteous lady Thisby is certain. |
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By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn |
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Met at a tomb to woo by pale moonlight. |
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This grisly beast, which Lion hight by name, |
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The trusty Thisby, coming first by night, |
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Did scare away, or rather did affright... |
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If we offend, we've got good will, |
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If we are crude, our measure's plain |
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Our true intent is your delight |
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It's merry, tragical and brief... |
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Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby |
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And as she fled, her mantle she did fall, |
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Which Lion vile with bloody mouth did stain, |
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Anon comes Pyramus, sweet youth, and tall, |
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And finds his trusty Thisby's mantle slain, |
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Da da da da da da da da da da |
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Whereat with blade, with bloody blameful blade,“ |
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He bravely broach'd his boiling bloody breast, |
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Thus he died, |
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He died, he died, |
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His soul in the sky... |
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Now Thisby's passion ends the play in tears, |
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Asleep, My Dear? |
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What, Dead, My Dove? Arise! |
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Tongue not a word, |
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Come blade my breast imbrue, |
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Thus Thisby end, adieu, adieu, |
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Adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, |
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If we offend, we've got good will, |
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If we our crude, our measure's plain |
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Our true intent is your delight |
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It's merry, tragical and brief... |
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Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby |
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Da da da da da da da da da da |
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Oh Pyramus...Pyramus...loved Thisby |
