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