|Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, 07:51 - Jan 31 with 330 views||WeWereZombies|
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,
[Post edited 31 Jan 9:25]
|Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, on 09:26 - Jan 31 with 267 views||WeWereZombies|
Apologies for having posted this at first without line breaks - now corrected
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