I think I'm like Tennessee Williams

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Far over the misty mountains cold 
To dungeons deep and caverns old 

The pines were roaring on the height, 
The winds were moaning in the night, 
The fire was red, it flaming spread; 
The trees like torches blazed with light.

(Source: smells-like-carrots)