Stomping and Shakuhachi text – Macbeth

Breathe at the end of every line as written.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time

And all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death

Out, out brief candle

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing

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