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Paul Larkin
Chroniclers are privileged to enter where they
list, to come and go through keyholes, to ride
upon the wind, to overcome in their soarings up
and down, all obstacles of distance, time and
place.
Charles Dickens - Barnaby Rudge,
Chapter The Ninth
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Tiocfaidh ár mbláth. Déan suirí chan buamaí
Our flower will come. Make love not bombs
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I'm gonna get myself straight
I know it's never too late
To make a brand new start
I'm gonna kick down the door
I'm gonna get myself in
I'm gonna fix up the yard
And not fall back again
I'm gonna clear up my earth
And build a heaven off the ground
Not something distant on a cloud
But something real to me
But something real to me
All that I can I can be
All that I am I can't see
All that is mine is in my hands
So to myself I call
There's somewhere else I should be
There's someone else I can't see
There's something more I can find
There's only love to me
I'm gonna clean up my earth
And build a heaven off the ground
Not something dsitant on a cloud
But something real to me
But something real to me
I'm gonna clean up my head
I'm gonna get myself straight
I feel it's never too late
To make a brand new start
To make a brand new start
To make a brand new start
Paul Weller