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of which, hear this, thou age unbred Thou age unbred, thou age unbred Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead Was beauty's summer dead, was beauty's summer
sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived: For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred Ere you were born was
sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand, Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived: For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were
bred Never having a say Toxic Not as toxic Slightly unbred Giving it away Feuding Just refuting What the news brings Opinion to discard Feuding Always
thou age unbred, Ere you were born, was beauty's summer dead. [William Shakespeare (1564-1616) : Sonnet CIV.]
You are deceased, you're unbred You are my brother but now you are dead You didn't like me I think my head will never agree words that I said No
Of an unbred cause, of an unborn will Whatever that may mean Tell me how should I embrace Like roses we'll wither on the vine Tell me why should I bide
ring. Joey my love, why are you leaving All of our babies unborn and unbred? Joey my love, why are you teasing Me when you know we should be in bed?
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