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Text: With love's light wings did I o'er-peach these walls; for stony limits cannot hold love out. And what love can do that dares love attempt; therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me. 'If they do see thee, they will murder thee.' Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye, than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity. Each paragraph will be a test.

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