To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
2006-08-17 17:33:55
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answered by rollo_tomassi423 6
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Are you sure you're not thinking of the musical Annie:
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya, tomorrow.
You're always a day away.
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya, tomorrow.
You're always a day away.
2006-08-18 07:22:03
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answer #2
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answered by P4S 2
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