Take this kiss upon the brow
And, in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow
The dream within a dream
Stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand
You are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream
If hope has flown away in a night, or in a day
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream
And I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand
How few
Oh God
If hope has flown away in a night, or in a day
In a vision, or in none
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream
The dream within a dream
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream
Take this kiss upon the brow
And, in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow
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The dream within a dream