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[the_stamp]

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

- W.B. Yeats.

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[lifefailsme]

Oh I loved Yeats. I should dig out some of his work some time. I have several books somewhere in this mess.....