Prologue

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Two young British men both alike in fame 

(In fair London, where we lay our scene)

From fear of big scandal breaks into shame

There's no use crying because of this sin

Caused by the hatred of this society

A pair of star-cross'd lovers hide the truth,

Whose hearts are tied up by destiny 

Doth with their death bury their youth.

The fearful passage of their underrated love

And the continuance of their label's rage, 

Which, but the singer's end, nought could remove,

Is now the ten years hiding of our stage;

Things they'd never say to someone else out loud, 

They were only kids, just trying to work it out.  

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