| Take this kiss upon the brow — And in parting from you now
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| You’re not wrong — You who deem — That my days have been a dream
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| Yet if hope has flown away — In a night or in a day
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| In a vision or in none — Is it therefore the less gone
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| All that we see — All that we see or seem
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| Is nothing but a dream within a dream
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| A dream within a dream — Just a dream within a dream
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| I stand amid the roar — Of a surf-tormented shore
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| And I hold within my hands — All these grains of golden sand
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| How few — Yet how they creep — Through my fingers to the deep
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| While I weep can I not save — One from the wave — Pitiless wave
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| (Act 2 — As envisioned by G.P.M.)
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| And tonight we’ll meet again — In a tide of dreams that never end
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| Neither alive nor dead — And tonight we’ll laugh and cry
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| We’ll unite and say goodbye — Fade away and stay |