Pretend you’re Chopin and I’ll be George Sand, We’re on the Grand Canal and, oh baby, it’s grand! Let’s mention Walkures and helmeted knights, I’m beautiful Bruennhilde, you’re Siegfried in tights.
Grey morning dulled the bay. Banks of clouds, Howth just one more bank, rolled to sea, where other Howths grumbled to greet them. Swollen spumeless tide. Heads that bobbed like floating gulls and gulls that floating bobbed like heads. Two heads. At swim, two boys.
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--William Barclay
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We’re on the Grand Canal and, oh baby, it’s grand!
Let’s mention Walkures and helmeted knights,
I’m beautiful Bruennhilde, you’re Siegfried in tights.
--Cole Porter, Let's Talk About Love
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--Jamie O'Neill, At Swim, Two Boys
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And Was Glad You Came Along.
If You Were Here Today.
For You Were In My Song.
--Paul McCartney (for John Lennon), Here Today
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--Song of Solomon 2:15
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