She Haunts Me Still
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Act I Burial
Act I
Burial
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
—William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
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