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our father who art in heaven. our father who art buried in the yard.

someone is digging your grave right now.

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Created on 2011-12-20 02:02:27 (#1147279), last updated 2012-07-28 (273 weeks ago)

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Name:john doe


be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices that, if i then had waked after long sleep, will make me sleep again; and then in dreaming, the clouds methought would open, and show riches ready to drop upon me, that when i waked i cried to dream again.

THE TEMPEST: ACT III, SCENE II


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