Saw this on mychurch.org and just had to post it!!
5.30.2007
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
2 comments:
thanks for sharing that, that was amazing and awesome
This is one of my favourite songs and the clip is brilliant!
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