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>'Thus, thus,' quoth Forrest 'girdling one another
>Within their alabaster innocent arms.
>Their lips were four red roses on a stalk,
>And in their summer beauty kiss'd each other.
>A book of prayers on their pillow lay;
>Which once,' quoth Forrest 'almost chang'd my mind;
>But, O, the devil'-there the villain stopp'd;
>When Dighton thus told on: 'We smothered
>The most replenished sweet work of nature
>That from the prime creation e'er she framed.'

I've already seen and read Richard III thrice but this passage always make me feel something in more ways than one everytime

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