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Two nations, both alike in tragedy, >>In fair Ukraine, where we lay our scene, >>From ancient grudge break to new tyranny, >>Where civil blood makes martial hands unclean. >>From forth the fatal loins of these two foes >>A pair of star-cross’d peoples lose their life; >>Whose democratic piteous overthrows >>Doth with their death sate the tyrant’s strife. >>The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love, >>And the continuance of the tyrant’s rage, >>Which but his deserved end, nought could remove. >>Is now the fleeting traffic of our age; >>The which if you with patient eyes attend, >>What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.

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