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Mon 5 Jan, 2004 05:27 pm
Out, out, brief candle!
Life is 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.
isthisguydepressingorwhat?
The bay-trees in our country are all wither'd
And meteors fright the fixed stars of heaven;
The pale-faced moon looks bloody on the earth
And lean-look'd prophets whisper fearful change.
...and scary.
why bringest thee ,all of us down
The question mark, not writ, is understood
Is this a topic I see before me
Keyboard toward my hand?