I dreamed a dream I’d dreamed before and never dreamed I’d dream once more, for dreams are all Ι have and see, so dreaming is my way to be, and when Ι dream I dream of dreams, Ι dream I’ll never dream again. And then Ι wake up – do I really? – and think of things I always think. Ι think I’ve woken stiff and mad and think I’ll never sleep again, for thoughts are all I have and see, so thinking is my way to be, and when I think of things I think, I think I’ll never rest again. And then I wake up, there I am, dreaming dreams I’ve dreamed before and always will, forevermore.
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