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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
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