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So Many Miseries Have Craz'd My Voice, That My Woe-wearied Tongue Is Still And Mute.

-William Shakespeare

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So Many Miseries Have Craz'd My Voice,

William Shakespeare

So Many Miseries Have Craz'd My Voice, That My Woe-wearied Tongue Is Still And Mute.

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