till there was you
something good, someone said it and i was like "THats kinda brilliant"
Sunrise, sunset for fiddler, my grandpa sings it at ever wedding and it is so touching
Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
~Cymbeline