Tuesday, 07 July 2009

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    Fahrenheit 451
    By Ray Bradbury
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    take what you need, you think will last


    You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last

    But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
    Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
    Crying like a fire in the sun
    Look out the saints are comin' through
    And it's all over now, Baby Blue

    The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
    Take what you have gathered from coincidence
    The empty handed painter from your streets
    Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
    This sky, too, is folding under you
    And it's all over now, Baby Blue

    All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
    Your empty handed armies, are all going home
    Your lover who just walked out the door
    Has taken all his blankets from the floor
    The carpet, too, is moving under you
    And it's all over now, Baby Blue

    Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
    Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
    The vagabond who's rapping at your door
    Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
    Strike another match, go start a new
    And it's all over now, Baby Blue

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