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WALKING SHADOW

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
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. By Shakespeare

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