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Above the house of Capulet and Montague, 
Thunder-moved washed in dew,
Heaven's gentle eye 
2
Looks on ruins of hostile city-states, 
On broken garden gates,
And drops a star from on high. 
3
It is for Juliet, a cypress whispers, 
For Romeo that tear
Seeps through the tomb. 
4
But men say knowingly and mock 
It was not a tear but a rock 
Awaited by none.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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