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[chroniqueen]

If this shadow has offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While this vision did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, I shall mend:
And, as I am an honest Crow,
If I have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpant's tongue,
I will make amends ere long;
Else the Crow a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Chronos shall restore amends.

-- original quote by William Shakespeare, butchering by Crow.