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Through dreams I learnt to live And in waking how to die The golden hand of the morning sun Would pull, tear and rive Culling my verve, plucking life away Time spent nether the burning sun Never seems worth staying awake I have seen the land of roses Whilst skimming the blue tract I know how Albion looks Two hundred metres up Towers that sink into the soil Transposing themselves as trees All wonderful things i have seen Through nightly visions and dreams
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Jan 13, 2010
Jan 13, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
The Nobility of 'Sleep'
Through dreams I learnt to live And in waking how to die The golden hand of the morning sun Would pull, tear and rive Culling my verve, plucking life away Time spent nether the burning sun Never seems worth staying awake I have seen the land of roses Whilst skimming the blue tract I know how Albion looks Two hundred metres up Towers that sink into the soil Transposing themselves as trees All wonderful things i have seen Through nightly visions and dreams
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Jan 13, 2010
Jan 13, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
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