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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

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upon the growing mountain of our love

Come to me my darling
my beautiful
my love.
Come to me and we will sing
my beautiful one.

Darling, my darling, my beautiful one
lay down beside me
beneath this ancient oak
and let me bath you with clean water.

Come to me my love,
my beautiful
my darling.
Come to me, and we will sing
my beautiful one.

Dearest, my dearest love, my beautiful one,
close your eyes in this hot hot sun
and see my face with your finger tips
hear my voice in this summer wind.

Come to me my beautiful,
my darling
my dearest love.
Come to me and we will sing
my beautiful one.

Beautiful, my beautiful one, my dearest love,
lay beside me upon the thick green grass
naked and holy in the August sunlight
let me bathe you in clean water

and all my dreams
Come to me my darling
my darling, dear and beautiful one.
Come to me and will will sing
my beautiful one.
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