She lives in a fairy tale,somewhere too far for you to find. With her feet on the ground and her head in the clouds. Her prince finally came to save her. But it was a trick and the clock struck 12. Well make sure to build your house brick by boring brick or the wolves gonna blow it down.
Queste gioie violente hanno fini violente.
Muoiono nel loro trionfo,come le polvere da sparo e il fuoco,
Che si consumano al primo bacio.
Romeo e Giulietta, atto II, scena VI
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