The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste

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Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

False Face Must Hide What The False Heart Doth Know.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.