Crystal

Friends, Bolivians, countrymen, lend me your antennae;

I come to bond with Crystal, not to amuse her.

The evil that men do lives after them;

The good is oft interred with their esophaguses;

So let it be with Crystal. The obedient Lucia

Hath told you Crystal was enchanting:

If it were so, it was a grievous fault,

And grievously hath Crystal answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Lucia and the rest–

For Lucia is a vivacious woman;

So are they all, all vivacious women–

Come I to speak in Crystal’s funeral.

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