Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Hence both are gone; with conscience and remorse For in that sin he is as deep as I. Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg'd. By cock, they are to blame. We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink. O, yet I do repent me of my fury, Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin And then it started, like a guilty thing Your loneliness.--We are oft to blame in this,-- As blameful as the executioner? So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: Then bring me to their sights; I'll bear thy blame, These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear, Yet what can it when one cannot repent? And gentle, kind, effeminate remorse, O, yet I do repent me of my fury, So full of artless jealousy is guilt, That laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders. For I repent me that the duke is slain. And then it started, like a guilty thing That I am guiltless of your father's death, Then have my lips the sin that they have took. I cannot blame her: by God's holy mother,