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<?php /** * Where every something, being blent together, * Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy, * Express’d and not express’d. But when this ring * Parts from this finger, then parts life from hence: * O! then be bold to say Bassanio’s dead. * * - William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice */