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We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems

With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the worldapos;s great cities.
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion art empireapos;s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new songapos;s measure
Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth.
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And oapos;erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new worldapos;s worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

~ Arthur Oapos;Shaughnessy