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+0,The Sick Rose,rose thou art sick the invisible worm that flies in the night in the howling storm has found out thy bed of crimson joy and his dark secret love does thy life destroy
+1,Love's Secret,never seek to tell thy love love that never told can be for the gentle wind does move silently invisibly told my love told my love told her all my heart trembling cold in ghastly fears ah she did depart soon as she was gone from me traveller came by silently invisibly he took her with sigh
+2,A Poison Tree,was angry with my friend told my wrath my wrath did end was angry with my foe told it not my wrath did grow and watered it in fears night and morning with my tears and sunned it with smiles and with soft deceitful wiles and it grew both day and night till it bore an apple bright and my foe beheld it shine and he knew that it was mine and into my garden stole when the night had veiled the pole in the morning glad see my foe outstretched beneath the tree
+3,The Lamb,little lamb who made thee dost thou know who made thee gave thee life bid thee feed by the stream over the mead gave thee clothing of delight softest clothing wooly bright gave thee such tender voice making all the vales rejoice little lamb who made thee dost thou know who made thee little lamb will tell thee little lamb will tell thee he is called by thy name for he calls himself lamb he is meek he is mild he became little child child thou lamb we are called by his name little lamb god bless thee little lamb god bless thee
+4,The Tyger,tyger tyger burning bright in the forest of the night what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry in what distant deeps or skies burnt the fire of thine eyes on what wings dare he aspire what the hand dare seize the fire and what shoulder and what art could twist the sinews of thy heart and when thy heart began to beat what dread hand and what dread feet what the hammer what the chain in what furnace was thy brain what the anvil what dread grasp dare its deadly terrors clasp when the stars threw down their spears and watered heaven with their tears did he smile his work to see did he who made the lamb make thee tyger tyger burning bright in the forests of the night what immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry
+5,London,wandered through each chartered street near where the chartered thames does flow and mark in every face meet marks of weakness marks of woe in every cry of every man in every infant cry of fear in every voice in every ban the mind forged manacles hear how the chimney sweeper cry every blackening church appals and the hapless soldier sigh runs in blood down palace walls but most through midnight streets hear how the youthful harlot curse blasts the new born infant tear and blights with plagues the marriage hearse
+6,A Divine Image,cruelty has human heart and jealousy human face terror the human form divine and secresy the human dress the human dress is forged iron the human form fiery forge the human face furnace sealed the human heart its hungry gorge
+7,A Little Boy Lost,nought loves another as itself nor venerates another so nor is it possible to thought greater than itself to know and father how can love you or any of my brothers more love you like the little bird that picks up crumbs around the door the priest sat by and heard the child in trembling zeal he seized his hair he led him by his little coat and all admired the priestly care and standing on the altar high lo what fiend is here said he one who sets reason up for judge of our most holy mystery the weeping child could not be heard the weeping parents wept in vain they stripped him to his little shirt and bound him in an iron chain and burned him in holy place where many had been burned before the weeping parents wept in vain are such thing done on albion shore
+8,Ah!  Sunflower,ah sunflower weary of time who countest the steps of the sun seeking after that sweet golden clime where the traveller journey is done where the youth pined away with desire and the pale virgin shrouded in snow arise from their graves and aspire where my sunflower wishes to go
+9,The Schoolboy,love to rise in summer morn when the birds sing on every tree the distant huntsman winds his horn and the sky lark sings with me what sweet company but to go to school in summer morn it drives all joy away under cruel eye outworn the little ones spend the day in sighing and dismay ah then at times drooping sit and spend many an anxious hour nor in my book can take delight nor sit in learnings bower worn thro with the dreary shower how can the bird that is born for joy sit in cage and sing how can child when fears annoy but droop his tender wing and forget his youthful spring father mother if buds are nip and blossoms blown away and if the tender plants are strip dof their joy in the springing day by sorrow and care dismay how shall the summer arise in joy or the summer fruits appear or how shall we gather what griefs destroyor bless the mellowing year when the blasts of winter appear
+10,The Chimney Sweeper,little black thing in the snow crying weep weep in notes of woe where are thy father and mother say they are both gone up to the church to pray because was happy upon the heath and smiled among the winter snow they clothed me in the clothes of death and taught me to sing the notes of woe and because am happy and dance and sing they think they have done me no injury and are gone to praise god and his priest and king who make up heaven of our misery
+11,The Fly,little fly thy summer play my thoughtless hand has brushed away am not fly like thee or art not thou man like me for dance and drink and sing till some blind hand shall brush my wing if thought is life and strength and breath and the want of thought is death then am happy fly if live or if die illustrated by william blake in songs of innocence and of experience 1794
+12,A Dream,once dream did weave shade over my angel guarded bed that an emmet lost its way where on grass methought lay troubled wildered and forlorn dark benighted travel worn over many tangle spray all heart broke heard her say oh my children do they cry do they hear their father sigh now they look abroad to see now return and weep for me pitying dropped tear but saw glow worm near who replied what wailing wight calls the watchman of the night am set to light the ground while the beetle goes his round follow now the beetle hum little wanderer hie thee home
+13,My Pretty Rose Tree,flower was offered to me such flower as may never bore but said have pretty rose tree and passed the sweet flower over then went to my pretty rose tree to tend her by day and by night but my rose turned away with jealousy and her thorns were my only delight
+14,Auguries of Innocence,to see world in grain of sand and heaven in wild flower hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour robin red breast in cage puts all heaven in rage dove house fill with doves pigeons shudders hell thro all its regions dog starv at his master gate predicts the ruin of the state horse misus upon the road calls to heaven for human blood each outcry of the hunted hare fibre from the brain does tear skylark wounded in the wing cherubim does cease to sing the game cock clipp and arm for fight does the rising sun affright every wolf lion howl raises from hell human soul the wild deer wand ring here there keeps the human soul from care the lamb misus breeds public strife and yet forgives the butcher knife the bat that flits at close of eve has left the brain that will not believe the owl that calls upon the night speaks the unbeliever fright he who shall hurt the little wren shall never be belov by men he who the ox to wrath has mov shall never be by woman lov the wanton boy that kills the fly shall feel the spider enmity he who torments the chafer sprite weaves bower in endless night the catterpillar on the leaf repeats to thee thy mother grief kill not the moth nor butterfly for the last judgement draweth nigh he who shall train the horse to war shall never pass the polar bar the beggar dog widow cat feed them thou wilt grow fat the gnat that sings his summer song poison gets from slander tongue the poison of the snake newt is the sweat of envy foot the poison of the honey bee is the artist jealousy the prince robes beggars rags are toadstools on the miser bags truth that is told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent it is right it should be so man was made for joy woe and when this we rightly know thro the world we safely go joy woe are woven fine clothing for the soul divine under every grief pine runs joy with silken twine the babe is more than swadling bands throughout all these human lands tools were made born were hands every farmer understands every tear from every eye becomes babe in eternity this is caught by females bright and return to its own delight the bleat the bark bellow roar are waves that beat on heaven shore the babe that weeps the rod beneath writes revenge in realms of death the beggar rags fluttering in air does to rags the heavens tear the soldier arm with sword gun palsied strikes the summer sun the poor man farthing is worth more than all the gold on afric shore one mite wrung from the labrer hands shall buy sell the miser lands or if protected from on high does that whole nation sell buy he who mocks the infant faith shall be mock in age death he who shall teach the child to doubt the rotting grave shall never get out he who respects the infant faith triumph over hell death the child toys the old man reasons are the fruits of the two seasons the questioner who sits so sly shall never know how to reply he who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out the strongest poison ever known came from caesar laurel crown nought can deform the human race like the armour iron brace when gold gems adorn the plow to peaceful arts shall envy bow riddle or the cricket cry is to doubt fit reply the emmet inch eagle mile make lame philosophy to smile he who doubts from what he sees will never believe do what you please if the sun moon should doubt they would immediately go out to be in passion you good may do but no good if passion is in you the whore gambler by the state licenc build that nation fate the harlot cry from street to street shall weave old england winding sheet the winner shout the loser curse dance before dead england hearse every night every morn some to misery are born every morn every night some are born to sweet delight some ar born to sweet delight some are born to endless night we are led to believe lie when we see not thro the eye which was born in night to perish in night when the soul slept in beams of light god appears god is light to those poor souls who dwell in the night but does human form display to those who dwell in realms of day
+15,The Lily,the modest rose puts forth thorn the humble sheep threat ning horn while the lily white shall in love delight nor thorn nor threat stain her beauty bright
+16,Laughing Song,when the green woods laugh with the voice of joy and the dimpling stream runs laughing by when the air does laugh with our merry wit and the green hill laughs with the noise of it when the meadows laugh with lively green and the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene when mary and susan and emily with their sweet round mouths sing ha ha he when the painted birds laugh in the shade where our table with cherries and nuts is spread come live and be merry and join with me to sing the sweet chorus of ha ha he
+17,The Garden of Love,laid me down upon bank where love lay sleeping heard among the rushes dank weeping weeping then went to the heath and the wild to the thistles and thorns of the waste and they told me how they were beguiled driven out and compelled to the chaste went to the garden of love and saw what never had seen chapel was built in the midst where used to play on the green and the gates of this chapel were shut and thou shalt not writ over the door so turned to the garden of love that so many sweet flowers bore and saw it was filled with graves and tombstones where flowers should be and priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires
+18,The Little Black Boy,my mother bore me in the southern wild and am black but oh my soul is white white as an angel is the english child but am black as if bereaved of light my mother taught me underneath tree and sitting down before the heat of day she took me on her lap and kissed me and pointed to the east began to say look on the rising sun there god does live and gives his light and gives his heat away and flowers and trees and beasts and men receive comfort in morning joy in the noonday and we are put on earth little space that we may learn to bear the beams of love and these black bodies and this sunburnt face is but cloud and like shady grove for when our souls have learn the heat to bear the cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice saying come out from the grove my love and care and round my golden tent like lambs rejoice thus did my mother say and kissed me and thus say to little english boy when from black and he from white cloud free and round the tent of god like lambs we joy will shade him from the heat till he can bear to lean in joy upon our father knee and then will stand and stroke his silver hair and be like him and he will then love me
+19,The Wild Flower's Song,as wandered the forest the green leaves among heard wild flower singing song slept in the earth in the silent night murmured my fears and felt delight in the morning went as rosy as morn to seek for new joy but oh met with scorn
+20,Infant Joy,have no name am but two days old what shall call thee happy am joy is my name sweet joy befall thee pretty joy sweet joy but two days old sweet joy call thee thou dost smile sing the while sweet joy befall thee
+21,Earth's Answer,earth raised up her head from the darkness dread and drear her light fled stony dread and her locks covered with grey despair prisoned on watery shore starry jealousy does keep my den cold and hoar weeping re hear the father of the ancient men selfish father of men cruel jealous selfish fear can delight chained in night the virgins of youth and morning bear does spring hide its joy when buds and blossoms grow does the sower sow by night or the plowman in darkness plough break this heavy chain that does freeze my bones around selfish vain eternal bane that free love with bondage bound
+22,The Crystal Cabinet,the maiden caught me in the wild where was dancing merrily she put me into her cabinet and lock me up with golden key this cabinet is form of gold and pearl and crystal shining bright and within it opens into world and little lovely moony night another england there saw another london with its tower another thames and other hills and another pleasant surrey bower another maiden like herself translucent lovely shining clear threefold each in the other clos what pleasant trembling fear what smile threefold smile fill me that like flame burn bent to kiss the lovely maid and found threefold kiss return strove to seize the inmost form with ardor fierce and hands of flame but burst the crystal cabinet and like weeping babe became— weeping babe upon the wild and weeping woman pale reclin and in the outward air again fill with woes the passing wind
+23,Infant Sorrow,my mother groaned my father wept into the dangerous world leapt helpless naked piping loud like fiend hid in cloud struggling in my father hands striving against my swaddling bands bound and weary thought best to sulk upon my mother breast
+24,Night,the sun descending in the west the evening star does shine the birds are silent in their nest and must seek for mine the moon like flower in heaven high bower with silent delight sits and smiles on the night farewell green fields and happy groves where flocks have took delight where lambs have nibbled silent moves the feet of angels bright unseen they pour blessing and joy without ceasing on each bud and blossom and each sleeping bosom they look in every thoughtless nest where birds are covered warm they visit caves of every beast to keep them all from harm if they see any weeping that should have been sleeping they pour sleep on their head and sit down by their bed when wolves and tigers howl for prey they pitying stand and weep seeking to drive their thirst away and keep them from the sheep but if they rush dreadful the angels most heedful receive each mild spirit new worlds to inherit and there the lion ruddy eyes shall flow with tears of gold and pitying the tender cries and walking round the fold saying wrath by his meekness and by his health sickness is driven away from our immortal day and now beside thee bleating lamb can lie down and sleep or think on him who bore thy name graze after thee and weep for washed in life river my bright mane for ever shall shine like the gold as guard over the fold
+25,The Echoing Green,the sun does arise and make happy the skies the merry bells ringto welcome the spring the skylark and thrush the birds of the bush sing louder aroundto the bell cheerful sound while our sports shall be seenon the echoing green old john with white hair does laugh away care sitting under the oak among the old folk they laugh at our play and soon they all say such such were the joyswhen we all girls and boys in our youth time were seenon the echoing green till the little ones weary no more can be merry the sun does descend and our sports have an end round the laps of their mothersmany sisters and brother like birds in their nest are ready for rest and sport no more seenon the darkening green
+26,Nurses Song (Experience),when the voices of children are heard on the green and whisprings are in the dale the days of my youth rise fresh in my mind my face turns green and pale then come home my children the sun is gone down and the dews of night arise your spring your day are wasted in play and your winter and night in disguise
+27,The Angel,dreamt dream what can it mean and that was maiden queen guarded by an angel mild witless woe was never beguiled and wept both night and day and he wiped my tears away and wept both day and night and hid from him my heart delight so he took his wings and fled then the morn blushed rosy red dried my tears and armed my fears with ten thousand shields and spears soon my angel came again was armed he came in vain for the time of youth was fled and grey hairs were on my head
+28,A War Song to Englishmen,prepare prepare the iron helm of war bring forth the lots cast in the spacious orb th angel of fate turns them with mighty hands and casts them out upon the darken earth prepare prepare prepare your hearts for death cold hand prepare your souls for flight your bodies for the earth prepare your arms for glorious victory prepare your eyes to meet holy god prepare prepare whose fatal scroll is that methinks it is mine why sinks my heart why faltereth my tongue had three lives would die in such because and rise with ghosts over the well fought field prepare prepare the arrows of almighty god are drawn angels of death stand in the louring heavens thousands of souls must seek the realms of light and walk together on the clouds of heaven prepare prepare soldiers prepare our because is heaven because soldiers prepare be worthy of our because prepare to meet our fathers in the sky prepare troops that are to fall to day prepare prepare alfred shall smile and make his harp rejoice the norman william and the learnèd clerk and lion heart and black brow edward with his loyal queen shall rise and welcome us prepare prepare
+29,The Land of Dreams,awake awake my little boy thou wast thy mother only joy why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep awake thy father does thee keep what land is the land of dreams what are its mountains and what are its streams father saw my mother there among the lilies by waters fair among the lambs clothžd in white she walk with her thomas in sweet delight wept for joy like dove mourn when shall again return dear child also by pleasant streams have wander all night in the land of dreams but though calm and warm the waters wide could not get to the other side father father what do we here in this land of unbelief and fear the land of dreams is better far above the light of the morning star
+30,To Nobodaddy,why art thou silent invisible father of jealousy why dost thou hide thyself in clouds from every searching eye why darkness obscurity in all thy words laws that none dare eat the fruit but from the wily serpents jaws or is it because secrecy gains females loud applause
+31,The Chimney - Sweeper,when my mother died was very young and my father sold me while yet my tongue could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep so your chimneys sweep and in soot sleep there is little tom dacre who cried when his head that curled like lamb back was shaved so said hush tom never mind it for when your head bare you know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair and so he was quiet and that very night as tom was sleeping he had such sight that thousands of sweepers dick joe ned and jack were all of them locked up in coffins of black and by came an angel who had bright key and he opened the coffins and let them all free then down green plain leaping laughing they run and wash in river and shine in the sun then naked and white all their bags left behind they rise upon clouds and sport in the wind and the angel told tom if he would be good boy he would have god for his father and never want joy and so tom awoke and we rose in the dark and got with our bags and our brushes to work though the morning was cold tom was happy and warm so if all do their duty they need not fear harm
+32,The Blossom,merry merry sparrow under leaves so green happy blossom sees you swift as arrow seek your cradle narrow near my bosom pretty pretty robin under leaves so green happy blossom hears you sobbing sobbing pretty pretty robin near my bosom
+33,A Little Girl Lost,children of the future age reading this indignant page know that in former time love sweet love was thought crime in the age of gold free from winter cold youth and maiden bright to the holy light naked in the sunny beams delight once youthful pair filled with softest care met in garden bright where the holy light had just removed the curtains of the night then in rising day on the grass they play parents were afar strangers came not near and the maiden soon forgot her fear tired with kisses sweet they agree to meet when the silent sleep waves over heaven deep and the weary tired wanderers weep to her father white came the maiden bright but his loving look like the holy book all her tender limbs with terror shook ona pale and weak to thy father speak oh the trembling fear oh the dismal care that shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair
+34,The Clod and the Pebble,love seeketh not itself to please nor for itself hath any care but for another gives its ease and builds heaven in hell despair so sung little clod of clay trodden with the cattle feet but pebble of the brook warbled out these meters meet love seeketh only self to please to bind another to its delight joys in another loss of ease and builds hell in heaven despite
+35,To Spring,thou with dewy locks who lookest down thro the clear windows of the morning turn thine angel eyes upon our western isle which in full choir hails thy approach spring the hills tell each other and the listening valleys hear all our longing eyes are turned up to thy bright pavilions issue forth and let thy holy feet visit our clime come over the eastern hills and let our winds kiss thy perfumed garments let us taste thy morn and evening breath scatter thy pearls upon our love sick land that mourns for thee deck her forth with thy fair fingers pour thy soft kisses on her bosom and put thy golden crown upon her languished head whose modest tresses were bound up for thee
+36,Spring,sound the flute now it is mute bird delight day and night nightingale in the dale lark in sky merrily merrily merrily to welcome in the year little boy full of joy little girl sweet and small cock does crow so do you merry voice infant noise merrily merrily to welcome in the year little lamb here am come and lick my white neck let me pull your soft wool let me kiss your soft face merrily merrily to welcome in the year
+37,The Human Abstract,pity would be no more if we did not make somebody poor and mercy no more could be if all were as happy as we and mutual fear brings peace till the selfish loves increase then cruelty knits snare and spreads his baits with care he sits down with holy fears and waters the grounds with tears then humility takes its root underneath his foot soon spreads the dismal shade of mystery over his head and the caterpillar and fly feed on the mystery and it bears the fruit of deceit ruddy and sweet to eat and the raven his nest has made in its thickest shade the gods of the earth and sea sought thro nature to find this tree but their search was all in vain there grows one in the human brain
+38,I Heard an Angel,heard an angel singing when the day was springing mercy pity peace is the world release thus he sung all day over the new mown hay till the sun went down and haycocks looked brown heard devil curse over the heath and the furze mercy could be no more if there was nobody poor and pity no more could be if all were as happy as we at his curse the sun went down and the heavens gave frown down pour the heavy rain over the new reap grain… and miseries increase is mercy pity peace
+39,A Cradle Song,sweet dreams form shade over my lovely infants head sweet dreams of pleasant streams by happy silent moony beams sweet sleep with soft down weave thy brows an infant crown sweet sleep angel mild hover over my happy child sweet smiles in the night hover over my delight sweet smiles mothers smiles all the livelong night beguiles sweet moans dovelike sighs chase not slumber from thy eyes sweet moans sweeter smiles all the dovelike moans beguiles sleep sleep happy child all creation slept and smil sleep sleep happy sleep while over thee thy mother weep sweet babe in thy face holy image can trace sweet babe once like thee thy maker lay and wept for me wept for me for thee for all when he was an infant small thou his image ever see heavenly face that smiles on thee smiles on thee on me on all who became an infant small infant smiles are his own smiles heaven earth to peace beguiles
+40,To the Evening Star,thou fair haired angel of the evening now whilst the sun rests on the mountains light thy bright torch of love thy radiant crown put on and smile upon our evening bed smile on our loves and while thou drawest the blue curtains of the sky scatter thy silver dew on every flower that shuts its sweet eyes in timely sleep let thy west wing sleep on the lake speak silence with thy glimmering eyes and wash the dusk with silver soon full soon dost thou withdraw then the wolf rages wide and the lion glares through the dun forest the fleeces of our flocks are covered with thy sacred dew protect with them with thine influence
+41,To Autum,autumn laden with fruit and stain with the blood of the grape pass not but sit beneath my shady roof there thou may st rest and tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe and all the daughters of the year shall dance sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers the narrow bud opens her beauties to the sun and love runs in her thrilling veins blossoms hang round the brows of morning and flourish down the bright cheek of modest eve till clust ring summer breaks forth into singing and feather clouds strew flowers round her head the spirits of the air live in the smells of fruit and joy with pinions light roves round the gardens or sits singing in the trees thus sang the jolly autumn as he sat then rose girded himself and over the bleak hills fled from our sight but left his golden load
+42,The Little Boy Lost,father father where are you going oh do not walk so fast speak father speak to you little boy or else shall be lost the night was dark no father was there the child was wet with dew the mire was deep and the child did weep and away the vapour flew
+43,The Little Boy Found,the little boy lost in the lonely fen led by the wandering light began to cry but god ever nigh appeared like his father in white he kissed the child and by the hand led and to his mother brought who in sorrow pale through the lonely dale the little boy weeping sought
+44,Piping Down the Valleys Wild,piping down the valleys wild piping songs of pleasant glee on cloud saw child and he laughing said to me pipe song about lamb so piped with merry cheer piper pipe that song again so piped he wept to hear drop thy pipe thy happy pipe sing thy songs of happy cheer so sung the same again while he wept with joy to hear piper sit thee down and write in book that all may read so he vanished from my sight and plucked hollow reed and made rural pen and stained the water clear and wrote my happy songs every child may joy to hear
+45,Last letter,only memories move to heaven because the years wait kept fate’s ribbon in heart like box forget the me nots last letter on jan 16 2023 12 02 pm pst joseph tiberio
+46,Clusters of Carnelian ,clusters of carnelian canopied leaves blaze beneath the tranquil waters of the lake painted in placid pomegranate as an infusion of saffron swirl and cinnamon curl salutations illustrate the undulations its halcyon harmonies elicit in the labyrinthine mosaic of my imagination contest seasonal pic prompt nature by char on nov 10 2023 09 49 pm pst melissa davilio rhyme
+47,The Village Schoolmaster,beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way with blossom furze unprofitably gay there in his noisy mansion skill to rule the village master taught his little school man severe he was and stern to view knew him well and every truant knew well had the boding tremblers learn to trace the days disasters in his morning face full well they laugh with counterfeited glee at all his jokes for many joke had he full well the busy whisper circling round convey the dismal tidings when he frown yet he was kind or if severe in aught the love he bore to learning was in fault the village all declar how much he knew it was certain he could write and cipher too lands he could measure terms and tides presage and en the story ran that he could gauge in arguing too the parson own his skill for en though vanquish he could argue still while words of learned length and thund ring sound amazed the gazing rustics rang around and still they gaz and still the wonder grew that one small head could carry all he knew but past is all his fame the very spot where many time he triumph is forgot written as sketch in godsmith deserted village at six years of age goldsmith village schoolmaster was thomas paddy byrne and it is thought he was the basis of the poem apparently he was an ideal tutor for the future poet he had been educated well as befits teacher but had joined the army and seen action abroad and risen to the rank of quartermaster of spanish regiment when peace broke out he swapped the swagger stick for the schoolmaster cane and taught at lissoy
+48,ImbrogliOver,emerging from the planet core the whisper could become roar rising tide to cast aside suspicion hate and fear with equal opportunity distrust embraces unity where chaos ends it all depends on everybody here excerpt from the missing peace on aug 28 2023 03 35 am pst mary boren rhyme meter peace society hope
+49,strawberry milk ice cream,kinder dumplings strawberry icing fantasy foster puppets making the amphetamines into pasta there was doughnut was trying to buy at bakery with strawberry icing that changed to chocolate between blinking the horse was my grandmother and when got on the train to get back to this plane the horse galloped alongside me on sep 14 2023 02 49 am pst dreams nostalgia