"Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange."
From The
Tempest Act I, Scene II
by William Shakespeare
"Well she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind that's running round.
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
and fairy tales --
that's all she ever thinks about,
riding with the wind."
From
Little Wing by Jimi Hendrix
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