The lady thought the longest while And bathed the time in light She came to the conclusion That he hadn't won the fight Put your gloves back on, she says And steady with your pride You've dealt the eldest hand my love But that part of me has died.
I do have utopian fantasies. A lot of them are more - I wouldn't say spiritual, but they relate more to the imagination and the individual. But for me socialism is a way of trying to put far-fetched ideas into everyday use, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between that fantasy and reality, and reaching out across that gap to the people who can actually do something to make the change.
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