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ambivalence

 

MEV-10804370 - © - Mary Evans Picture Library/Peter & Dawn Cope Colle

I think myself awake when I dream

Of the vivid visions of the world

I am in – as I have never been;

Of the fleeting faces of the crowd

I see – as I have never seen.

In the Forest of Arden

I dream alive, today, again.

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