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Two dreams forever pass my door,
One gaudy, one in sombre dress:
The Day, one weird and endless roar;
The Night, a million silences.

To one I give, the slave I am,
My curse of being, fevered breath;
The other, 'mid her godlike calm,
Lifts me to dwell with Death.
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