In Verona
Above the house of Capulet and Montague
Thunder-moved washed in dew
Heaven's gentle eye
Looks on ruins of hostile city-states
On broken garden gates
And drops a star from on high
It is for Juliet, a cypress whispers
For Romeo that tear
Seeps through the tomb
But men say knowingly and mock
It was not a tear but a rock
Awaited by none
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