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It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief- that thou, his maid, art far more fair than he.
All my life, I was always told not to be friends with this one guy- but we all know that forbidden fruit is always sweeter. From two people who can’t be friends, without knowing it, we became two people who couldn’t just be friends. I wrote this song for him.
Thank you. For what? For trying to make a silly guy like me happy.