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A dreaded sunny day |
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So I meet you at cemetry gates |
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Keats and Yeats are on your side |
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A dreaded sunny day |
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So I meet you at cemetry gates |
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Keats and Yeats are on your side |
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While Wilde is on mine |
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So we go inside and we gravely read the stones |
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All those people all those lives |
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Where are they now |
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With loves and hates |
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And passions just like mine |
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They were born |
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And then they lived |
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And then they died |
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It seems so unfair |
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I want to cry |
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You say: "'Ere thrice the sun |
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Done salutation to the dawn" |
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And you claim these words as your own |
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But I've read well and I've heard them said |
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A hundred times (maybe less maybe more) |
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If you must write prose poems |
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The words you use should be your own |
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Don't plagiarise or take "on loan" |
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'Cause there's always someone somewhere |
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With a big nose who knows |
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And who trips you up and laughs |
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When you fall |
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Who'll trip you up and laugh |
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When you fall |
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You say: "'Ere long done do does did" |
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Words which could only be your own |
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And then produce the text |
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From whence was ripped |
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(Some dizzy whore 1804) |
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A dreaded sunny day |
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So let's go where we're happy |
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And I meet you at cemetry gates |
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Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side |
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A dreaded sunny day |
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So let's go where we're wanted |
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And I meet you at cemetry gates |
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Keats and Yeats are on your side |
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But you lose |
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'Cause weird lover Wilde is on mine |
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Sure |