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It rains on my soul,
Deep and violent sadness.
Hiding me in a hole,
Looking for happiness.
A part of me is near,
So far away from my heart,
Only dancing with fear
And feeding me with art.
I would take care of your dreams
And burn the dark cloth of life.
I want to hold you in my arms,
And, forever, live in your light.
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- HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
- Enwrought with the golden and silver light,
- The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
- Of night and light and half-light,
- I would spread the cloths under your feet
- But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
- I have spread my dreams beneath your feet;
- Tread softly because you tread on my dreams...
- William Butler Yeats
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