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Now by this moon, before this moon shall wane shall be dead or I shall be with you! No moral concept can outweigh the pain
Past rack and wheel this absence puts me through;
Faith, honour, pride, endurance, what the tongues
Of tedious men will say, or what the law-For which of these do I fill up my lungs
With brine and fire at every breath I draw? Time, and to spare, for patience by and by, / Time to be cold and time to sleep alone; Let me no more until the hour I die
Defraud my innocent senses of their own. Before this moon shall darken, say of me:
She's in her grave, or where she wants to be.