i have dreamed of joy departed, but a waking dream of life and light hath left me broken-hearted .
Romeo: But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the Sun. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!
That can’t be good for the water levels.
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY