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DESDEMONA
My mother had a maid called Barbary,She was in love, and he she loved proved madAnd did forsake her. She had a song of “Willow,”An old thing ’twas, but it expressed her fortuneAnd she died singing it. That song tonightWill not go from my mind. I have much to doBut to go hang my head all at one sideAnd sing it like poor Barbary. Prithee, dispatch.-Othello- by W.Shakespeare.
