Leonell EchaS-H-A-K-E-S-P-E-A-R-E
When will good friends for Jesus sake forbeare?
William Shakespeare was an English poet
To dig up the flesh that dust enclosed here
William Shakespeare was an English poet
Blessed be the man who can spare still these stones
William Shakespeare was an English poet
And cursed will be the man that moves his bones.
William Shakespeare was an English poet. – Leon
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Forever purged out thy teen feelings when
I read Romeo and Juliet play.
Was a delightful study,I cried then
I read Romeo and Juliet play
When it ended in Tragedy,wished not
I read Romeo and Juliet play
Heroine high tomb;tears stored in a pot.
I read Romeo and Juliet play.-Rachel Charles
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Courts weren’t complete as fond of him they grew
Peasant that flew on wings crafted from words
He chased kings’ blues with the humour he spew
Peasant that flew on wings crafted from words
If music be food of love please play more
Peasant that flew on wings crafted from words
He lived his core knowing death lies afore
Peasant that flew on wings crafted from words. Tee2emm
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Demons and killers of muse he but fought
Maker of tragedies, Bard of Avon!
Gold characters and words, his muse he sought
Maker of tragedies, Bard of Avon!
Who knows if another like him shall come?
Maker of tragedies, Bard of Avon!
If i know where his muse breathes, i’ll get some
Maker of tragedies, Bard of Avon!-Omolola
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Contradictions adorn your sudden wake
Victims shoot sharp bloody spears, play along!
Every word you encoded how they ache!
Victims shoot sharp bloody spears, play along!
See, a new age free of riddles, anon!
Victims shoot sharp bloody spears, play along!
Dwell in your web, tragedy of Avon!
Victims shoot sharp bloody spears play along!-OracLe
Not all is well that seems to end so well.
Triolus and cressida’s big small works.
Our comedy of error tales so well
Triolus and cressida’s big small works.
Love’s labour’s lost, as you like it tempest
Triolus and cressida’s big small works.
Pericles, merchant of Venice is best.
Triolus and cressida’s big small works. Hypermind
Remember, ours may be a love with death,
when raised spears begin to stab dead poems
These words will mix with potions from Macbeth,
when raised spears begin to stab dead poems
Need I taste from the edge of holiness?
When raised spears begin to stab dead poems.
Then swallow hurt in your death youthfulness,
when raised spears begin to stab dead poems. – Rudolph
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He amazeth me with sonnets he wrote
Shall i compare his spear with the mayans?
Of thrones, kings, noble men in and unquote
Shall i compare his spear with the mayans?
How often he thought love sprung from hatred
Shalll i compare his spear with the mayans?
If ever be a shrewd man to be tamed
Shalll i compare his spear with the mayans?–Vera
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A lineage is known for it’s crafts men;
Descendants building Shakespearean lines.
Painters of nature and love with a pen;
Descendants building Shakespearean lines.
Tellers of fictions and legend tales raw;
Descendants building Shakespearean lines.
Venus and Adonis we read with awe;
Descendants building Shakespearean lines. Bamvy
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I’m not the type to die for love, I live,
We are no Romeo and Juliet
I’ll love you with all of me,I don’t dive,
We are no Romeo and Juliet
Can’t promise never to love another
We are no Romeo and Juliet
But your love reign in my heart forever
We are no Romeo and Juliet.-Hijab Gurl
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What manner is he that creates the stage.
Shakespeare is his name in the quill of words.
Plays brewed like fine wine maturing with age.
Shakespeare is his name in the quill of words.
Stories made alive with his breath of thought
Shakespeare is his name in the quill of words.
Regaling our minds and ears out of nought.
Shakespeare is his name in the quill of words.-Desmond Adeoye-Adetoba
