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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These Things
I have this smile to hide me
And I have this cross to bear
I have your picture that still haunts me like your memory
These things I have I
I have these words to lie to me
These stupid songs to share
I have these constant hours to fill the void you left me
These things have I
For all those things I've done
Let you down I just apologize
But sorry's hard somehow
Seems so strange it'd be so easy now
But I've got this faith to blind me
And I've got these dreams we shared
And I have the fear that dreams are all ill have that's
Left to me
These things all these things
These things have I
These things all these things
These things have I