What holy cities are to nomadic tribes - a symbol of race and a bond of union - great books are to the wandering souls of men: they are the Meccas of the mind.
G.E. Woodberry
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Dreamer
He is down by the riverside
Late one night
He's tryin' to count the stars
In each of the signs
All alone by the riverside
And time passes by
Gathering thoughts of the past
And maybe he'll cry
So they say he's a madman
And he don't understand
But I know that he's tryin' hard
To act like a man
All those years he has suffered,
My friends
All those years of pain
But I don't think he knows for sure
If those years were in vain
He's a dreamer
And he's fightin' for his life
He's tryin' to understand
He's a dreamer
But he wants to carry on
Yet I know he's a lonely man