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The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.
They're playing in London soon, but it's sold out and tickets were ridiculously expensive anyways.
And each morning she wakes with a dream to describeSomething lovely that bloomed in her beautiful mindI say, "I'll trade you one for two nightmares of mine,I have somewhere I die,I have somewhere we all die"HOW IS THIS SONG SO GOOD