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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
This is what I mean when I'm talking about time and death and futility
But right there in the last instant it's an unmistakable relief
See, 'cause they were afraid and now they saw for the very first time
How easy it was to just let go
All your life, all your love, all your hate
All your memories, all your pain
It was all the same thing. It was all the same dream
A dream that you had inside a locked room
