(Autumn)
"Sweet berries ready for two ghosts are no different than you. Ghosts are now waiting for you. Are you... Dreaming! Dreaming the night! Dreaming all right!..."
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 Is but a dream within a dream.
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