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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=107194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>For Mr. Thomas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">From faded newsprint used to wrap a fish<br>Inscrutably the muse selects your face<br>As i sit drinking famously in an irish bar<br>Five thousand miles and thirty years away<br>With the usual ceremonial you were crowned one night<br>King of the field where doctors nail the cows<br>To make of the cock's quill the rights of language<br>And the pricking heart a sword against the hours<br>Let smirking scholars writhe in their favourite bondage<br>And hold you plaintiff to the charge of art<br>Exhibit a: he falls on legendary lines<br>Singing mother i don't want a pain here in my heart<br>The judge in me sucks eggs and jerks the sacred meat<br>But the boy in me still dreams in milk wood town<br>Like two provincial bastards playing the galleries<br>I hold your photo to a mirror upside down<br>And as bacon wafts through hungry streets, your ghost pervades<br>Just like an old ex-boxer aged twenty two<br>Staged-up like falstaff or the wild welsh rimbaud<br>You'd laugh to see the monograms they make of you<br>Ah, mr. thomas let us ramble through the midnight fair<br>Let us throw old bottles at the ferris wheel<br>Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight<br>Let us steal whatever we are supposed to steal<br>Let us watch while the days grow daily more mundane<br>That rough god go riding with his shears<br>Hack wide the belly of the swollen mountains<br>And rip molten heroes forth from their furious tears<br>Oh, mr. thomas, oh, mr. thomas,<br>Let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal<br>Mr. thomas, oh, mr. thomas,<br>Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel<br>Oh, mr. thomas, mr. thomas,<br>Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel<br>Oh, mr. thomas let us ramble through the midnight<br>Let us throw bottles at the ferris wheel<br>Let us paint library on the library let us raid the moonlight<br>Let us steal whatever we're supposed to steal</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Van Morrison - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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Inscrutably the muse selects your face
As i sit drinking famously in an irish bar
Five thousand miles and thirty years away
With the usual ceremonial you were crowned one night
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