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@daimonic
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2001
120 okur puanı
Ağustos 2019 tarihinde katıldı
Puan vermedi·120 syf.·
2025 12. kitabı
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Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time;
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.
canst thou not minister to a mind diseased
pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuff’d bosom of that perilous stuff
which weighs upon the heart?
Come what come may,
Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.