The Smiths - Cemetry Gates

A dreaded sunny day

You say: "Ere long done do does did"

A dreaded sunny day

All those people, all those lives

I want to cry

But I've read well and I've heard them said

And then they lived

And then produce the text

Oh Keats and Yeats are on your side

If you must write prose or poems

They were born

With loves and hates

'Some dizzy whore', 1804

With a big nose who knows

Where are they now?

The words you use should be your own

There's always someone, somewhere

While Wilde is on mine

And passions just like mine

Seems so unfair

You say: "Ere thrice the sun hath done

salutation to the dawn"

And you claim these words as your own

A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)

Don't plagiarise or take 'on loan'