Bill Smith:
I've had a poem running through my mind for a long time now. It's one that Christopher Marlowe wrote. It's... uh... well, listen. "Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove that hills and valleys, dales and fields, woods or craggy mountains yield. And I will make ye beds of roses and a thousand fragrant posies... and... and..." something, something, something, something... "and if these pleasures do ye move, come live with me and be my love."
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