We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading — George Gordon Byron
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We are all the fools of time and terror: DaysSteal on us and steal from us; yet we live,Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.

— George Gordon Byron
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