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  • The Lost Speech

    Thus open up the sky this night
    And bid your dreams, a last hurrah,
    Take countenance in this way of things
    Where secret thoughts are laid out ruddy bare,
    For those who pick and claw at notions such as these.
    We are but mortal cages
    Who, having trapped a passing ghost
    Resuscitate, and so convincing Heaven that
    We are not those empty shells
    But dancing japes whose godless slivers
    Will pin us to this earth
    Henry IX, Act 2, Sc 3

    bobby stevenson 2012 (went to school with Billy Shakespeare)
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