Two lovers separated by a wall and their family's hatred for each other, communicate through a hole in a wall.
Oh Thisbe, we are blessed to have this hole to communicate our words of love to each others' ears.
Pyramus, you and I should meet under the white mulberry tree after the sun has had its rest.
The night after...
OH NO! A LIONESS! I must go! Oh Pyramus wait for me!
Thisbe leaves her tattered cloak in the scramble.
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OH THISBE! I CANNOT LIVE WHILE YOU HAVE PERISHED!
Pyramus, my love! A life without you would be a desolate and cold nightmare.
The two lovers turned the white mulberry tree red with their blood. Their ashes are mixed together in the same urn. Not even death can separate true lovers.