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Don't mess with a child's imagination...
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'I cannot tell the truth,' he said,
'In truth, I always lie.'
I lay back on the gentle grass
And looked up at the sky,
He'd said it all before,..
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The air was still, the eve was chill
And the Elders forecast rain,
They looked to the distant rolling hills
At the ominous cloud that came,
The ..
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'Why ith there thalt in the thea,' he thaid,
'Why are there thtars in the thky?
Why hath an elephant got two tailth,
Why if he hath, haven't I?'
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She lived right next to the forest
In a cottage of wattle and daub,
A roof of bark and a floor of dirt
With a whisk of milk, absorbed,
Her man h..
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The windows were open
The night air was cold,
The curtains were blowing
Like ribbons of gold,
We stood there forever
Both Henry and me,
The ni..
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On the shores of Lake Geneva
Stood a carriage, black, japanned,
Bearing symbols of the lineage
Of the owner's ancient lands,
To the Villa Deodat..
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A little bit of gothic.
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A sly kick at Reality Shows.
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The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood was a force in 19th Century Art.
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