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It is a tale told by an idiot, Full of sound & fury, Signifying nothing
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Coloured Glass
Life, like a dome of many coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments."
--Percy Byshe Shelley
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