( Edgar Allan Poe )
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Take this kiss upon the brow
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And in parting from you now
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Thus much let me avow
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You are not wrong, who deem
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That my days have been a dream
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Yet if hope has flown away
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In a night or in a day
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In a vision or in none
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Is it therefore the less gone
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All that we see or seem
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All that we see or seem
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Is but a dream within a dream
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I stand amid the roar
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Of a surf tormented shore
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And I hold within my hands
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Grains of the golden sand
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Oh how they creep
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Through my fingers to the deep
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While I weep while I weep
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Oh God can I not grasp
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Them with a tighter clasp
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Oh God can I not save
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One from the pitiless wave
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Is all that we see or seem
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Is all that we see or seem
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But a dream within a dream
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Dream, dream, dream ...
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Dream within a dream
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| Elysian Fields |
