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Mother I can feel the soil falling over my head (Morrissey - The Smiths)

Mother I can feel the soil falling over my head (Morrissey - The Smiths)

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-1- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage/Canto the Fourth/Lord Byron "There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal..."

-1- Childe Harold's Pilgrimage/Canto the Fourth/Lord Byron "There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal..."

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