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Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Until the last syllable of recorded time
Bears way to dusty death. Out out brief candle!
Life's but a poor player, a walking shadow
That struts and frets its hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. Tis a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
haha nice. I take it you didnt hear anything today either ...