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Intro

A dreaded sunny day

 So I meet you at the cemetery gates

 Keats and Yeats are on your side

A dreaded sunny day

 So I meet you at the cemetery gates

 Keats and Yeats are on your side

 While Wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones

 All those people all those lives

 Where are they now?

 With loves, with hates

 And passions just like mine

They were born

 And then they lived

 And then they died

Which seems so unfair

And I want to cry

 You say: "ere thrice the sun hath door

 Salutation to the dawn"

 And you claim these words as your own

 But I'm well read, have heard them said

 A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)

 If you must write prose and poems

 The words you use should be your own

 Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"

 There's always someone, somwhere

 With a big nose, who knows

 And who trips you up and laughs

 When you fall

 Who'll trip you up and laugh

 When you fall

 You say: "ere long done do does did"

 Words which could only be your own

 You then produce the text

 From whence was ripped

 (some dizzy whore, 1804)

 A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're happy

 And I meet you at the cemetery gates

 Keats and Yeats are on your side

 A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're wanted

 And I meet you at the cemetery gates

 Keats and Yeats are on your side - but you lose

 While Wilde is on mine

(Then it ends the same as intro)