Oyonale - Créations 3D et expériences graphiques
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Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. It is the cry of women, my good lord. My fate cries out, Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- With open outcry, toward our monument. For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world!
With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash