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Out on a Limb
Out on a limb she goes, for the sweetest fruit
the rarest bloom
the truest word forbidden.
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
Down comes your baby,
daydreams and all
Into the water and out of her mind,
they say, with violets and thyme.
Brook into stream,
river to sea,
To be or not to be.
Truly, Shakespeare has been
Truly, Shakespeare has been reincarnated in you in order to continue on the Hamlet Epic.
post multa malae accidunt, bonae accidere potest.