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"All the World's a stage,"

 A friend of mine, he sometimes said,

 And though he tried to show the way,

 They only care about his name.

"Love is for the Fool,"

 A blind old man, he always said.

 But of its' joys, he sometimes spoke

 And then it seemed, he could see.

"Life is for the Strong,"

 A travelling monk, he told me once

 But of the weak, he never spoke

 though their cries beat on his ears.

 I stood my gun in hand

 The Swallow flew to meet his love

 And as they touched, I shot him down

 But now it's me that can't fly.