Easy Dreams At The End Of The Day

007 DIED WEDNESDAY EVENING.
HE SLEEPS NOW BENEATH A BLUE SPRUCE
GIRDLED WITH FORGET-ME-NOTS.
MAY THE SUN BE WARM UPON HIM.

Simon and Garfunkel: Citizen of the Planet

our revels now are ended.
these our 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-capped 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 on,
and our little life
is rounded with a sleep.
--willy the shake

Desmond Dekker and the Aces: 007