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O,speak To Me No More;these Words Like Daggers Enter My Ears.(a Fancy Way Of Saying Shut Up!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

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Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.