The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike — Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike — Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike — Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike — Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike — Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

— Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
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