What would I in an hour be If yonder slept I 'neath a tree And dreamed the dreams of gods before And filled my mind with sacred lore. Suppose I knew beyond a doubt How life and all things came about I think I'd wake to find I'd be Myself, a man beneath a tree.
Reason for writing:
Spur of the moment stuff, really, both ways.
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