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...
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When I was A young boy, My father Took me into the city To see a marching band. He said, "Son when You grow up, Would you be The saviou... -
နမောဗုဒ္ဓဿ နမောဗုဒ္ဓဿ နမောဗုဒ္ဓဿ နမောဗုဒ္ဓဿ နမောဗုဒ္ဓဿ နမောဗုဒ္ဓဿ နမောဗုဒ္ဓဿ နမောဗုဒ္ဓဿ
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