"Children, kill your electrical glare, Children , before you're all left eyeless, I'll point out salvation, show you the way: All those who walk the moonlight path reach the magical city Some day. Where everyone breathes inspiration like air And all of the architects there are dreams, And it's not banknotes, but sunlight that warms, and if you're in love, they won't think you a fool."
— Sep 11, 2015 08:28AM
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