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5/8/2013

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I am from the boot shaped country,
From the third largest country there.
I am from the castles of nobles,
From the nights in the orchards and ballrooms.

I am from the house of Montagues,
From the sworn enemies of the Capulets.
I am from the peace of the Prince,
And I did not mean harm.

I am from love,
From passion,
From spurs of the moment.
I am from poetry,
I am from beauty,
I am from the stars above.

I am from the Greek god Apollo,
From the Roman goddess Venus.
I am from grapes of rebellious infatuation,
That might have had the chance to mature into fine wine.

I am from Life
But alas,
I am gone.



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