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Crowds of people on pavements, Lights and shuttling cars, Woven in fashion's enslavements - Rather this than the stars. Walls all paved with windows, Treasures untold in their bowers, I don't care where the wind blows - Rather this than the flowers. Bells chiming out from a steeple, The newspaper boys and their call, People, beautiful people - Rather this above all. No regrets for what's finished, The glories of moment can't last, But hope lives on undiminished - Rather this than the past.

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They write about philosophy, the Great Affairs of State, We think about the litchen growing on the garden gate. Writing in the abstract, their thoughts go all around, We prefer to think of daisies carpeting the ground. They look with scorn on us, the likers of the earth, But we don't understand why they have no use for mirth. Glorious golden sunsets are made to gladden eyes, But their eyes filter out the gold; they have to analyse. Humanity dismembered, I leave it all to them; What is best remembered, when the days grow dim?

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I get on board the virtual ship: it sails the virtual seas. My local bus, at half-past eight, goes to the pyrenees. I do not need an aeroplane, I do not have the stress When I go from here to Lima on the digital express. I tour through France and Italy; I do it all in style I get this near and close up to Mona Lisa's smile. I marvel at the pyramids, I stand on Everest, I visit all the planets, but Earth is still the best. The hands across the world reach out from every hearth, A million tongues say "Hello" to the other side of Earth. Cables with electrons cut right through every sham, The passed-by-people of the world stand up with "Here I am!" Goodbye to walls and barriers and all that might divide. There really is no difference upon the other side. But for the virtual traveller, all that he meets are kin, And all the voices shout out, "You're welcome, come on in!"