Aw parting is such sweet sorrow, but alas then next we meet shall be sweet. A rose is a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. Until the morning when we next meet adue adue my love, til next we meet our lips shall never part. The morning light is when we will meet, and might I spend a sleepless night to wait till the morning light shines on the horizon.
A poem written in the Shakespearean style.
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