But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
The Clocks (23 Oct. 14)
The clocks go back
The nights are dark
But in our hearts
The light remains
We don't need light
To show our love
For all we care for
Is still there.
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