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Bolt and bar the shutter for the foul winds blow Our minds are at their best this night and I seem to know That everything outside us is mad as the mist and snow That everything outside us is mad as the mist and snow. Horace there by Homer stands, Plato stands below And here is Tully's open page, how many years ago Were you and I, lads, mad as the mist and snow ? Were you and I, lads, mad as the mist and snow ? You ask what makes me sigh, what makes me shudder so I shudder and I sigh to think that even Cicero And many minded Homer were mad as the mist and snow That Cicero and Homer were mad as the mist and snow That Cicero and Homer were mad as the mist and snow … From Letras Mania