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        A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye.
        In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
        A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
        The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
        Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
        As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
        Disasters in the Sun; and the moist star,
        Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands
        Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.

        William Shakespeare: Hamlet 1.1

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