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Bend thy thoughts and wits to achieve thy hopes, and toil with steeled sinews until thou standest on the top of happy hours. When thou hast bought golden opinions and art crown'd with the golden sun, feeling thy soul hath her content so absolute, then forthwith make his quietus with a bare bodkin. For if it were now to die, 'twere now to be most happy, and in that closing stroke, eternity was in our lips and eyes, stretching the last syllable of recorded time into a joy without period.
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or just drink period blood o algo
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okay…. :(