Tom I — XVII
O, how this pringspring of love ressemblethresemblethThe uncertain glory of an April day,Which now showsallshows all the beauty of the sunAnd by and by a cloud takes all avayaway!Two gentlemen of Verona.
O, how this pringspring of love ressemblethresemblethThe uncertain glory of an April day,Which now showsallshows all the beauty of the sunAnd by and by a cloud takes all avayaway!Two gentlemen of Verona.
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