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_”Stood I where you, now starry and new,
Brylcreemed and cherished, view those who have perished;
The collegiate adorned, on Founder’s Day mourned,
Old souls with young dreams, bright plans and mad schemes;
Three from the left, that’s me with the clef,
A musician’s award, bestowed by the Board;
Prized above all, before the Great War,
Took hearing and sight, an aesthete’s blight;
For a whisper apart, is the end from the start,
What remains of the day, nowt but shadows that play;
On this side of the glass, through which you will pass,
At the lone piper’s call, when dusk it doth fall.”_
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
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_”Stood I where you, now starry and new,
Brylcreemed and cherished, view those who have perished;
The collegiate adorned, on Founder’s Day mourned,
Old souls with young dreams, bright plans and mad schemes;
Three from the left, that’s me with the clef,
A musician’s award, bestowed by the Board;
Prized above all, before the Great War,
Took hearing and sight, an aesthete’s blight;
For a whisper apart, is the end from the start,
What remains of the day, nowt but shadows that play;
On this side of the glass, through which you will pass,
At the lone piper’s call, when dusk it doth fall.”_
“A cabinet of clowns dressed up in their gowns.”
Inspired by the gallery scene from Dead Poets Society - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vi0Lbjs5ECI
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‘O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won.’
- Walt Whitman
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