I've often though about
Her eyebrow
Wanting to kiss it, mostly
At least I know
I meet the marks for lover
By the rules of the Bard
If only in comic relief
Saturday
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air
autumn
ballad
birds
blood
bodies
bones
breath
child
children
cloud
cold
dance
dark
daughters
day
dead
determinism
door
dreams
dust
Earth
eyes
faces
fairy tale
fall
family
feet
fire
flesh
fly
food
forest
freedom
fruit
future
garden
ghosts
haiku
hallows
hand
haunt
heart
hero
hills
home
human
hungry
ice
land
laughter
leaves
life
light
loss
love
magic
mask
mathom
memories
mind
moon
moonlight
morning
moss
mountain
narrative poetry
night
nursery rhyme
ocean
old
path
rain
river
road
rock
roots
rotten
sea
secrets
shadow
shore
skin
sky
sleep
snow
soil
sound
spell
stars
stone
stories
strength
summer
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time
tree
walk
walls
warmth
water
waves
whisper
wind
winter
woman
words
youth
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A woeful ballad made to your mistress' eyebrow?
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I also wondered if there wasn't some irony with him making 'lover' the third act, considering how he usually introduces his third acts.
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