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Aurora Juliet
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Suddenly the repeated references to the rising sun made me think of Shakespeare.Aurora Juliet That is the only middle name contribution I have. :(
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