Sweet Dancer
The girl goes dancing there
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Grass plot of the garden;
Escaped from bitter youth,
Escaped out of her crowd,
Or out of her black cloud.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer.

If strange men come from the house
To lead her away, do not say
That she is happy being crazy;
Lead them gently astray;
Let her finish her dance,
Let her finish her dance.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer.
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The poetry above is from William Butler Yeats. I was so wonder in the LRT that they will put up such a poetry! hahaha... actually there's another one, i forgotten wat's the title already, but i remember it's something about the cloud! hehe...
i will try to put them up here whenever i found the other one!