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No gratefulness or gracious acts
account for facts undone by
erasers and pens that failed
to recognize every lonely cry.

"And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action." -Hamlet