William Shakespeare. Storm (№ 4286)
So, like ghosts without flesh,
Ever melt away like smoke,
And clouds topped the mountains,
And proud palaces and temples,
And - Oh, yeah, the whole globe.
And these disembodied masks,
They are not a rack behind.
We are such stuff as,
What are our dreams. And there
All of our little life.
№ 4286 Added
MegaMozg 31-12-2016 / 21:01
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