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My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.

I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.

Dylan Thomas


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Birmingham
Clown In The Moon
Days
The Deserter
Don't Be Square
Flowers That Die
The Folks Who Live On The Hill
Getting There
Hullabaloo
I Am Scared Of...
Impression Du Matin
An Interlude
Jerusalem
Mama, You Been on My Mind
The Old Familiar Faces
On Creativity
One Day I May Believe In Spring
People On Trains
Red
Riddles
Stardust
Trial & Error
What Ifs
When You Are Old
Wit and Wisdom

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