Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats.









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46&2 are just ahead of me...
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long live rock'n roll
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lok liv rakinrok
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46&2 are just ahead of me...
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