Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
where life is like a candle, easily put of by a gust of wind.
The candle with a burning fire,
which marks the end of our journey, our life, our story.
Life's just nothing but a walking shadow,
which frets its time upon the stage, then is heard no more.
Forgotten, life's merely a fairy tale.
Told by an idiot, full of tears and despair, waiting to be heard.
But then was ignored.
Life's just an old wise tale,
told by an idiot.
Full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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