W. Shakespeare

We too alone will sing like birds I' the cage;
When thou dost ask me blessing I'll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness; so we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies...



- We will all laugh at gilded butterflies

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