I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises, and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'er-hanging firmament, this majestical roof, fretted with golden fire--why,
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its called "what a piece of work is man" haha like u wouldnt have been able to figure that out haha
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*runs off to grab Hair vinyl"
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