Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
- W.B.Yeats, "Had I The Heaven's Embroidered Cloths"
these lines were written for gackt, i feel...
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