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I hate RSA.ie, I absolutely abhor Ireland's Road Safety Authority.
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I hate RSA.ie, I absolutely abhor Ireland's Road Safety Authority.
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I don't believe in omens or fear
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Forebodings. I flee from neither slander
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Nor from poison. Death does not exist.
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Everyone's immortal. Everything is too.
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No point in fearing death at seventeen,
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Or seventy. There's only here and now, and light;
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Neither death, nor darkness, exists.
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We're all already on the seashore;
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I'm one of those who'll be hauling in the nets
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When a shoal of immortality swims by.
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If you live in a house - the house will not fall.
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I'll summon any of the centuries,
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Then enter one and build a house in it.
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That's why your children and your wives
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Sit with me at one table, -
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The same for ancestor and grandson:
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The future is being accomplished now,
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If I raise my hand a little,
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All five beams of light will stay with you.
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Each day I used my collar bones
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For shoring up the past, as though with timber,
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I measured time with geodetic chains
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And marched across it, as though it were the Urals.
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I tailored the age to fit me.
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We walked to the south, raising dust above the steppe;
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The tall weeds fumed; the grasshopper danced,
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Touching its antenna to the horse-shoes - and it prophesied,
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Threatening me with destruction, like a monk.
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I strapped my fate to the saddle;
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And even now, in these coming times,
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I stand up in the stirrups like a child.
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I'm satisfied with deathlessness,
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For my blood to flow from age to age.
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Yet for a corner whose warmth I could rely on
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I'd willingly have given all my life,
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Whenever her flying needle
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Tugged me, like a thread, around the globe.
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- Life, Life by Arseny Tarkovsky
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[John Haughm - 042911](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oiu4ZmMkmXE)
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