Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Wherefore was that cry? Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time. Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?