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Oct 5th 2008, 10:11 PM
40 raters
- To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, - To the last syllable of recorded time;
- And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
- The way to dusty death. Out, out, Brief candle!
- Life’s but a walking shadow; a poor player,
- That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
- And then is heard no more. It is a tale
- Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
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