My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,An — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,Shakes so my single state of manThat function is smothered in surmise,And nothing is but what is not.

— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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