Make me immortal with a kiss. — Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus and Other Plays, Parts 1-2
Make me immortal with a kiss. — Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus and Other Plays, Parts 1-2
Make me immortal with a kiss. — Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus and Other Plays, Parts 1-2
Make me immortal with a kiss. — Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus and Other Plays, Parts 1-2
Make me immortal with a kiss. — Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus and Other Plays, Parts 1-2
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Make me immortal with a kiss.

— Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus and Other Plays, Parts 1-2
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