They reminded him of something—what was it?—some memory, some picture. He strove to find it and then it came of itself.  It rose out of the years complete with all its colours and its cries, its crowded feelings.

The best thing for me is, when I&#39;m not working, is to be at home and to have a script or two scripts is better, and to be just walking around the house and just thinking about the lines.

And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.

Written By Edward Lear

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