She should have died hereafter; Dead girly: There would have been a time for such a word. Too early To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Time passes: Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, Molasses To the last syllable of recorded time; Final days: And all our yesterdays have lighted fools Foolish ways The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Spirit snuffed: Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player Actor cuffed That struts and frets his hour upon the stage Curtain call: And then is heard no more. It is a tale Bugger all Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Loud tale: Signifying nothing. Derail
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