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daughters see visions
old men dream dreams
prophets walk naked
you know what i mean
sylvia, sylvia, that isn't bread
what you stuck in the oven
my dear is your head

young men prophecy
old men dream dreams
yeats died before thirty
you know what i mean
thomas and kerouac
raged into the night
and died on cheap booze
ah, that isn't right!

virginia, virginia,
we knock at your door,
take all the rocks from our pockets before
we go into the Thames
weighed down with our dreams
save all the prophets
you know what i mean