This is not fair... why am I at this ball?
The lights too bright, pounding music so loud,
These happy people make my stomach sick.
My dear Rosaline is not even here!
Mercutio's twisted words do I blame..
Wait, who is the beautiful girl I see?
She is easily ten times more lovely
than that nun, Rosaline, who I wept for.
I must speak to her, and make her love me,
for I'm sure that my sad heart flies for her!
Sweet angel, you've revived my lonely heart.
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