Capulet’s Lament

All things festival

Turn black funeral

Our instruments to melancholy bells

Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast

My child is dead

And with my child

My joys are buried

Solemn hymns to sullen dirges

Bridal flowers laid on a casket

All things change to the contrary

My child is dead

My child is dead

And with my child

My joys are buried

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