It is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale,
and not the lark,
That pierced the
fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on
yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it
was the nightingale.
Believe me, god dammit.
adapted from
William
Shakespeare. Romeo and Juliet.
Act 3, Scene 5, 1597
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