Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly? — F.K. Preston, The Artist, The Audience and a Man Called Nothing

Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly? — F.K. Preston, The Artist, The Audience and a Man Called Nothing

Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly? — F.K. Preston, The Artist, The Audience and a Man Called Nothing

Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly? — F.K. Preston, The Artist, The Audience and a Man Called Nothing

Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly? — F.K. Preston, The Artist, The Audience and a Man Called Nothing

Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly?

— F.K. Preston, The Artist, The Audience and a Man Called Nothing

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