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Banquo is gone, his soul |
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I feel My eyes are closed his words are real |
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So much to ponder, so much has changed |
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Not long ago |
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I was a nobleman, now |
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I am king |
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My lady and my guests await me in honor |
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My thoughts haunt me inside on the path |
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I've laid |
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I shake with fear, his voice |
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I hear Banquo is dead, now he's in my head |
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He haunts my night. |
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He haunts my day |
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Leave my mind, my friend; leave my guilt, |
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I pray Leave my lady; excuse our guests for you see |
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I'm mad Rid with guilt |
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I've slain my friend, lost the bond we had |
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I must flee to the witches' place and give my mind rest |
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I fear more murder to do; we'll be put to the test |