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Continue to ChatThe blood weeps from my heart when i do shape,in forms imaginary, th' unguided daysand rotten times that you shall look uponwhen i am sleeping with my ancestors. - https://www.relicsworld.com/william-shakespeare/the-blood-weeps-from-my-heart-when-i-do-shape-in-forms-author-william-shakespeare