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I DREAM OF THIS LAND
The land of dreams
by William Blake
Awake, awake my little Boy!
Thou wast thy Mother's only joy:
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy Father does thee keep.
"O, what land is the Land of Dreams?
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?
O Father, I saw my Mother there,
Among the lillies by waters fair.
Among the lambs clothed in white
She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight.
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn -
O when shall I return again?"
Dear child, I also by pleasant streams
Have wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;
But though calm and warm the waters wide,
I could not get to the other side.
"Father, O Father, what do we here,
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star."
by William Blake
Awake, awake my little Boy!
Thou wast thy Mother's only joy:
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy Father does thee keep.
"O, what land is the Land of Dreams?
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?
O Father, I saw my Mother there,
Among the lillies by waters fair.
Among the lambs clothed in white
She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight.
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn -
O when shall I return again?"
Dear child, I also by pleasant streams
Have wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;
But though calm and warm the waters wide,
I could not get to the other side.
"Father, O Father, what do we here,
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star."
THE FLAVOUR ON
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SHORT FLAVOURS
- ALL THAT SHE WANTED WAS TO BE A BOY
- AMPLIFYING LIFE TO HEAR THE VOICE WITHIN
- AN ORGASM...
- AND NOW SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL
- ARE WE HUMAN OR ARE WE DANCER ?
- ART IS WHEN YOU FEEL IT
- BUTTERFLIES IN MY SOAP
- GODS AND MONSTERS
- I CAN SEE WINTER NOW (FW 2009/10)
- I FEEL BUTTERFLIES
- KATE, THE REBEL. CARLA, THE CHARMER
- LET THERE BE AN EMPIRE
- LONG TIME NO SEE/A
- Magic Kingdom
- ME AND MY GRANDFATHER
- MR. DALÍ AND HIS CATS
- MY HEART IS BEATING LIKE A JUNGLE DRUM
- MY LITTLE MUJI
- MY WORLD IS WEIRD
- PHOTO FETISH
- PLANET EARTH IS JUST FINE, WE'RE THE ONES WHO ARE FUCKED UP
- SOMETIMES LIFE REMAINS STILL
- SUPERMODERNISM IN SUPERCOOL COMIC target='_new'>SUPERMODERNISM CAN BE FUN
- THE ANGEL WHO COULD NOT FLY
- THE BALLERINA THAT NEVER WAS
- THE MASKS WE ALL WEAR
- THE PAST PERFECT, THE PRESENT CONTINUOUS AND THE NEVER WANTED FUTURE
- THE RICH, THE POOR, AND EVERYONE ELSE
- THE TIME HAS COME
- THESE ARE ROSES, MY LORD, THESE ARE ROSES
- THESE ARE THE COLORS (SS 2010)
- THEY ATE EVERYTHING EVEN THE DOGS
- TINKERBELL AND THE NINJA
- VICENT - TIM BURTON
- WE WERE ONCE SOLDIERS
- WHEN SALVADOR DALÍ MET WALT DISNEY
- WHEN THE WORD BECOMES STRONGER
- WOUNDED BIRD
- YOU GOT MY LOVE
- YOUTH IS FREEDOM WHICH, MOST OF THE TIMES, COMES WITH AGE
MEDIUM FLAVOURS
LONG FLAVOURS
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