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The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
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The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream;
And what is it all, when all is done?
The net of the fisher the burden breaks,
And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes.
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the read more
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.
Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.
You have to give people something to dream on.
You have to give people something to dream on.
Sometimes, the only realists are the dreamers.
Sometimes, the only realists are the dreamers.
And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
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And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
For none upon earth can achieve his scheme;
The best as the worst are futile here:
We wake at the self-same point of the dream,--
All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.
Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.
Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.
I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With vassals and serfs at my side,
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I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
With vassals and serfs at my side,
And of all who assembled within those walls,
That I was the hope and the pride.
