We’re star-cross’d lovers, long
Our doom has been foretold
And broken nights askance,
Their favour will withhold.
So should our paths entwine,
Pray you abscond their plea.
Pursue another’s love,
From fortune’s gaol flee.
And when your dreams are laced
With remnants of my scent
Find solace in her touch
Let absent bliss fragment.
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vic briggs 