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CM7......FM7....VerseGM7..A poor player that struts and frets his FM7hour upon the stage and then is heard no more.
GM7..It’s a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fFM7ury,
Signifying nothing.
GM7Life’s but a walking shadow,
Tomorrow, and toFM7morrow, tomorrow, and tGM7omorrow,.FM7....
VerseGM7Do not muse at me, my most worthy fr
FM7iends,
I have a st
GM7range infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me.
GM7Come, love and health to all;
Give me some wine: fill full.
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To all, and all to all.
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VerseGM7Do not muse at me, my most worthy fr
FM7iends,
I have a st
GM7range infirmity, which is nothing to those that know me.
GM7Come, love and health to all;
Give me some wine: fill full.
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To all, and all to all.