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I prefer the hardened splendour,
Of the actual to the nebulous dream.
I prefer the blissful roar of the seasons,
To the murmurings of the spectral past
I prefer the total engagement of the senses,
To cold, calculated reason and narrow perception.
I prefer the wondrous ways of golden moonlight,
To grey, monotonous, suburban scheming.
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