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I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer

And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say

But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer

When all the things he loves are far away

And precious things are dreams onto an exile

They take him over the land across the sea

Especially when it happens he's an exile

From that dear lovely Isle of Innisfree

And when the moonlight peeps across the rooftops

Of this great city wondrous those it be

I scarcely feel its wonder or its laughter

I'm once again back home in Innisfree

But dreams don't last

Those' dreams are not forgotten

And soon I'm back to stern reality

But those they paved the footways here with gold dust

I still would choose the Isle of Innisfree