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| Juliet: | Oh joy!
Oh bliss! Oh rapture divine! Thou art my love and I am thine. By your magick and lack of shame Our love can finally speak its name. |
| Ariel: | Oh yes,
my dear, our love shall thrive, As long as both of us are alive. Since immortal you cannot be. You will age, and I’ll be free. |
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