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Oh, Life My dearest Life, Why dost though Push me off a cliff? What tis the purpose That thou seeketh By watching me fall To my demise Tis it entertainment? Tis is joy? Please do inform me When you have thine answer. And, of course, Thy push kills me not You simply watch me Writhing at the bottom Life, thou art Cruel and Fickle A two-headed beast That loves destruction. Canst thou help me For once Pull me away from this cliff Before I fall. I hope you choose well, Life Don’t let me fall Help me! Help Me! Sincerely, Declan
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Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
Oh, Life
Oh, Life My dearest Life, Why dost though Push me off a cliff? What tis the purpose That thou seeketh By watching me fall To my demise Tis it entertainment? Tis is joy? Please do inform me When you have thine answer. And, of course, Thy push kills me not You simply watch me Writhing at the bottom Life, thou art Cruel and Fickle A two-headed beast That loves destruction. Canst thou help me For once Pull me away from this cliff Before I fall. I hope you choose well, Life Don’t let me fall Help me! Help Me! Sincerely, Declan
I'm not sure if I used the older, Shakespearean English right. If you know the grammar for it, please help me!
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Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
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