Shall i compare thee to a summers day
Thats something Shakespeare would say
i would say thats my favorite play
Oh wait thats a sonnet
And i love everything it has on it
Well as you like it that may seem
To be or not to be i would scream
I think it was midsummer the last time i had a good dream
Or was it the twelfth night
Yeah that sounds about right
I once had some one who loved and hated me
But little did they know it worked in my favor
Whether in their mind or their heart
Like Romeo and Juliet nothing would keep us apart
But they weren't that smart
Its so cliche unlike the comedy of Errors
Something so funny was never clearer
I guess thats why you don't love with the eyes but with the mind
I wonder if thats why cupid was blind
Well anyway
I came to say
Goodnight Goodnight parting is such a sweet sorrow
That i shall say goodnight till it be morrow

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