It's as if sleep never escapes me,
For dreams whisper to me
And follow me.
Yet, they breathe life into me;
Such real life they build around me
And the cause be
That reality,
With you as a player
Upon its stage,
Performs a dream,
Though it is not fiction;
For to perform is to be,
And so, I concur,
I dwell within a dream.
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