Afternoon sunlight dances through window glass,
casting a shadow on Mark's Charlie Brown tree
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, "Behold!"
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
~ William Shakespeare
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