That is the question.
I've been so much through this year, and such my life feels complete.
And yet there's a loophole in my life, waiting for someone to fill it up.
But who? WHO COULD THE PERSON BE?
'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Call me what instrument you will, though you fret me, you cannot play upon my life.
These words like daggers enter in my ears.
I've been so much through this year, and such my life feels complete.
And yet there's a loophole in my life, waiting for someone to fill it up.
But who? WHO COULD THE PERSON BE?
'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
Call me what instrument you will, though you fret me, you cannot play upon my life.
These words like daggers enter in my ears.
To die-to sleep.
And thou I shall call the play: The Will
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