Comments by "Nono Yorbusness" (@nonoyorbusness) on "How to get rich under Labour..." video.

  1. Our revels now are ended. All our creations, and achievements As I foretold you, were all illusions, and Are melted into air, And like the baseless fabric of a vision, The cloud-capping sky machines, the technological marvels, Our civilisation, that spanned the great globe itself, Yea, all which our children should inherit, shall dissolve, And, like an insubstantial pageant fade, Leave not a rack behind. We were such stuff As dreams were made on; Now our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
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