When you realize how perfect everything is, you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue
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The Grateful Dead~Scarlet Begonias, Grateful Dead from the Mars Hotel
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When Irish eyes are smiling they’re usually up to something
My dreams were all my own
I accounted for them to nobody
They were my refuge when annoyed
My dearest pleasure when free
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
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