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To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
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You look like me.
I look like you
Such twins like we
Are very few
You’re looking smart.
You are really smart,
Because you have a loving heart.
There are very few.
Such twins like we.
I look like you.
You look like me.