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