Viewed from above,
what’s more beautiful than
the flashing river of light
on the wet road.
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Viewed from above,
what’s more beautiful than
the flashing river of light
on the wet road.
“Somebody being a nobody,
Thinking to look like a somebody,
Said he thought me a nobody:
Good little somebody-nobody,
Had you not known me a somebody,
Would you have called me a nobody?”
Alfred, Lord Tennyson