A dream within a dream

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All that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
of a surf-tormented shore.
And I hold within my hand
grains of the golden sand.
How few! Yet how they creep
through my fingers to the deep.
While I weep, while I weep!

O God can I not grasp
them with a tighter clasp?
O God can I not save
one from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream?

— Edgar Allan Poe

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