Thursday, August 18, 2011

::musing::

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Every drifting down the stream --
Lingering in the golden gleam --
Life, what is it but a dream?

Through the Looking Glass, Lewis Carroll
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