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.
https://www.npr.org/sections/thesalt/2018/01/28/580289997/boozing-with-the-bard-how-the-masses-find-common-ground-with-shakespeare
YanıtlaSilMezar tasima bunu yazdircam.
YanıtlaSilKotasyonu kestigim yeri kesinlikle kaldiramadim.
YanıtlaSilanon reyiz öldü mü acaba?
YanıtlaSilbu başlık mezar taşı olsun anon reyizin
YanıtlaSilalas poor anonim
SilGood night sweet anon;
YanıtlaSilAnd flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
https://vimeo.com/666128623
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