Dear Young Will,
When are you returning, BARD??
Signed,
Waiting
Dear Waiting,
I'faith, dear groundlyng, your Will hath never left thee. Though my bones be duste, my wordes remain for all to read, to comfort thee, to challenge thee, to give thee mirth. There is no death but oblivion, and thy Will doth remain with thee always for thy love.
Eternally Yours,
Will
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