Marianne Faithfull - Epilogue (A Secret Life)
Our revels now our ended,
These are actors, as I foretold you,
Were all spirits, and are melted into air,
Into thin air.
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself.
Yea, all which it inherit shall dissolve,
And like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
We are such stuff as dreams are made of
And our little life is rounded
With a sleep.
Pozostale piosenki artysty Marianne Faithfull (198):
Bells of Freedom
Black Girl
Blowin in the Wind
Come My Way [Version 1]
Down by the Salley Garden
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