Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.Creeps in this petty pace from day to
day.To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have
lighted fools.The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!.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. By William Shakespeare.
When I heard This poetry, I was so deep emotion. This poet gave me strong heart !
Let's go alive for tomorrow !
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