And nothing is, but what is not. — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
And nothing is, but what is not. — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
And nothing is, but what is not. — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
And nothing is, but what is not. — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
And nothing is, but what is not. — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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And nothing is, but what is not.

— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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