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Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last celaable of recorded time

And all our yesterday's have ghted foods

The way to dusty death out out brief candle life's pobody walking shadow a poor player

Thus strots and thrush his hour upon the stage

And then is her no more

It is a tail told by an idiot fooled of sound and furury

Signifying nothing