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william shakespeare

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    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. *

    (macbeth act 5, scene 5, 19–28)
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