Witches LyricsA poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more
It's a tale told by an idiot
Full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing
Life's but a walking shadow
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow
Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me
Come, love and health to all;
Give me some wine: fill full
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