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Blood and destruction shall be so in use And dreadful objects so familiarThat mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war; All pity choked with custom of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry 'Havoc,' and let slip the dogs of war
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Thank you! biggrin It's okay, I already glad you said happy birthday for me! wink 3nodding
I also missed to talk to you. 3nodding