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Intro

A dreaded sunny day

So I meet you at the cemetery gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

So I meet you at the cemetery gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

While Wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones

All those people all those lives

Where are they now?

With loves, with hates

And passions just like mine

They were born

And then they lived

And then they died

Which seems so unfair

And I want to cry

You say: "ere thrice the sun hath door

Salutation to the dawn"

And you claim these words as your own

But I'm well read, have heard them said

A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)

If you must write prose and poems

The words you use should be your own

Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"

There's always someone, somwhere

With a big nose, who knows

And who trips you up and laughs

When you fall

Who'll trip you up and laugh

When you fall

You say: "ere long done do does did"

Words which could only be your own

You then produce the text

From whence was ripped

(some dizzy whore, 1804)

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're happy

And I meet you at the cemetery gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're wanted

And I meet you at the cemetery gates

Keats and Yeats are on your side - but you lose

While Wilde is on mine

(Then it ends the same as intro)