(Juliet's Poem)
Panic! Screaming! I happen to be REALLY scared.
I wish this treacherous pain could be shared.
Pretending to my family that I am dead
While, to the grace, my body is fed.
What will happen to me, I do not now
I'll just have to believe in my beloved Romeo
God save me from any ill fate
And keep me from the wrath of fate
Who knows what shall happen to me in the near future,
I must keep myself alive and extremely pure.
Dear potion, Keep me from this marriage. Save me.
"Romeo! Romeo! Romeo! Here's drink. I drink to thee!"
Panic! Screaming! I happen to be REALLY scared.
I wish this treacherous pain could be shared.
Pretending to my family that I am dead
While, to the grace, my body is fed.
What will happen to me, I do not now
I'll just have to believe in my beloved Romeo
God save me from any ill fate
And keep me from the wrath of fate
Who knows what shall happen to me in the near future,
I must keep myself alive and extremely pure.
Dear potion, Keep me from this marriage. Save me.
"Romeo! Romeo! Romeo! Here's drink. I drink to thee!"
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