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"You. Can't. Be. Shak. -Spear. -Ian, you. Don't. Speak. Like. Every word. Is. Its. Own. Sentence!", replied Wil. liam. Shat. ner., as he passed through.
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O to be wafted away From this black aceldama of sorrow; Where the dust of an earthy today Is the earth of a dusty tomorrow! |
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