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And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge,With Ate by his side come hot from hell,Shall in these confines with a monarch's voiceCry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,That this foul deed shall smell above the earthWith carrion men, groaning for burial.
Five thousand, one houndred and sixty two.
Write bad things that are done to you in sand, but write the good things that happen to you on a piece of marble
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