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67 tHE drEAMEr i. A dream dwelled deep within my soul. i listened to the gracious reverie: i slept. But fortune flew just over me. Because i dreamt, i did not hear: it called. ii. i fancy dreams to be like orchids, colourful and rich. Both draw their force from that huge stem of fluid voice, and thus engorged they can rejoice, with vital fluids in their veins, rejoice in every fleeting minute, happy choice, for in the next they wither and withdraw. And when the spheres above us glide, can you not feel that perfumes waft beside? i fancy dreams to be like orchids. ...

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