Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
Life and these lips have long been separated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Author: William Shakespeare

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;<br />Life and these lips have long been separated:<br />Death lies on her like an untimely frost<br />Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. - William Shakespeare


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