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[My only dreams are waking dreams]
My only dreams are waking dreams,
The fancies of the day;
At night I lie upon my bed
And rest as soundly as the dead,
Who sleep the years away!
The fancies of the day;
At night I lie upon my bed
And rest as soundly as the dead,
Who sleep the years away!
To some the doors of Sleep unclose,
To me the gate of Death:
I enter not the sunless land,
But all night on the threshold stand,
My life upon my breath!
To me the gate of Death:
I enter not the sunless land,
But all night on the threshold stand,
My life upon my breath!
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