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The People's Showcase presenting old radio broadcasts and music. The Showcase will present all genre's of music and poetry in order to reach everyone who wishs to share.Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. Edgar Allan Poe If there is any particular old radio broadcast you wish to hear post it in my comments section and i will see if i can find it and put it on for you.Old music dont forget that i am a music freak!!!!Come be a silly billy with me we will have a great time.Ya ya Ya!!Hold me when Im here, Love me when Im Wrong, Hold me when Im Scared, You wont always be there, So Love me when Im GonePoem lyrics of Dreams by Edgar Allan Poe. Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, 'Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood - should it thus be given, 'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness, - have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought - what more could I have seen? 'Twas once - and only once - and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass - some power Or spell had bound me - 'twas the chilly wind Came o'er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit - or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly - or the st
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