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Mirage
The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
Was but a dream; and now I wake, Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake. I hang my harp upon a tree,
A weeping willow in a lake; I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapt For a dream's sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break: 10 Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.
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