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| Smiths All Smiths Cemetry Gates A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side while Wilde is on mine So we go inside and we gravely read the stones all those people all those lives where are they now ? with loves, and hates and passions just like mine they were born and then they lived and then they died which seems so unfair and I wantr to crv You say: "ere thrice the sun hath done salutation to the dawn" and you claim these words as your own but Im well-read, have heard them said a hundred times (maybe less, maybe more) if you must write prose/poems the words you use should be your own dont plagiarise or take "on loans" there's alweays someone, somewhere with a big nose, who knows and who trips you up and laughs when you fall You say: "ere long done do does did " words which could only be your own you then produce the text from whence was ripped (some dizzy whore, 1804) A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're happy so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day so let's go where we're wanted so I meet you at the cemetry gates Keats and Yeats are on your side but you lose because Wilde is on mine |
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