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20 November 2002 @ 01:11 pm
yeats... after artificial intelligence, the movie...  
Away with us he's going,
The solemn eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal-chest.


For he comes, the human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.



for the most accurate version i've found so far...
 
 
Mood: melancholy
Music: background music