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Recorded in 1985 by Propaganda. (08:04 min)
all that we see or seemis but a dream within a dreamtake this kiss upon the browand in parting from you nowthis much let me avowyou are not wrong who deemedthat my days have been a dreamyet if hope has flown awayin a night, in a day, in a vision, or a memoryis it therefore the less gone?all that we see or seemis but a dream within a dreamI stand amid the roarof the surf tormented shoreand I hold within my handsgrains of golden sandhow few yet how they creepthrough my fingers to the deepwhile I weep, while I weepoh god can I not grasp them with a tighter claspoh god can I not save one from the pitiless waveis all that we see or seembut a dream within a dream
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