For my own part
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I have never had a thought
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Which I could not set down in words
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with even more distinctness
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Than that with which I conceived it
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There is however, a class of fancies
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Of exquisite delicacy
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Which are not thoughts
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And to which as yet I have found it
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Absolutely impossible to adapt to language
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These fancies arise in the soul
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Alas how rarely
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Only at epochs of most intense tranquility
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When the bodily and mental health are in perfection
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And at those mere points of time
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Where the confines of the waking world
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Blend with the world of dreams
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And so I captured this fancy
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Where all that we see or seem is but
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A Dream Within A Dream
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(Instrumental Interlude)
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Interlude w/ some vocalizations til fades out
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A Dream Within A Dream
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| The Alan Parson Project |
