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Shakespeare's 73rd Sonnet, a reflection on passing and death. Perhaps appropriate as we lament the passage of the old Newgrounds to make way for the new.
Now available on youtube for your viewing pleasure: http://www.youtube.com/wa tch?v=030tRSurgvM
An old high school project that I saw fit to remaster for release here. In response to earlier criticism, the abhorrent narration has been removed. Further criticism is welcome as always, and I'll try to answer any questions you might have.
"That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me, thous see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long."