tomorrow
and tomorrow and tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace from day to day
and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way
to dusty death
out out brief candle
life's but a shadow
a poor player
who struts and frets its hour upon the stage
and then is heard of no more
a tale told by an idiot
full of sound and fury
signifying nothing
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Postat av: Mats Ohlin
Kan det vara Shakespeare månne...?
Postat av: agneta
japp, från MacBeth!
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