Once upon a lucid dream,
I saw a man that seemed to grow,
And though I'm sure in flesh I'd seen
A man, he seemed to melt like snow.
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O little boat, why don't you take the waves?
Why sit in moor and rust into decline?
O wand'ring boat, do you not yearn to rage?
Cast off your shackles, storm out from the Tyne!
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From what great mountain were you carved? What stone
So precious, chiselled down, did see you made?
I wonder at which wondrous world could hone,
Which atoms could define your pastel shade.
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No star I saw, had ever shone so pure
It cursed my eyes yet kissed all else in sight.
Disturbed my youthful halcyon like an oar,
And chilled me with a lake of hallowed light.
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How does it feel, when all the Sun bursts in,
And all the globe acquires a sepia glow,
And all the warmth and fervour wherewithin,
Does melt away the solitude like snow?
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Man tore himself up again and again,
And pieced himself slowly, but slowly the rain
Would break him back down, and under the strain
He did not falter, but heaved with the pain.
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My love was young, and now is not so gleaming,
There's nothing keen as Time to douse a fire.
My love was Spring, but now in Summer greening,
I'm running out of new things to admire.
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There's a town I used to visit, just south of York,
A town of toys thats lost its hold of Time
Or maybe Time let go, so when I walk
its cobbled streets I forget by and by
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Somewhere, somehow, some many miles yonder,
There lives alone the other half of ‘team',
And though sometimes its possible to wonder,
I know she is the woman of my dreams.
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Why waste so many words on noisy birds?
Give me an ode that sings the open road,
For summer's melodies are always heard,
Yet the voice of what's beyond is left unknown.
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