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And I reason at will, in the same way I dream, for reasoning is just another kind of dreaming.
O prince of better days, I was once your princess, and we loved each other with another kind of love, whose memory makes me grieve.
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And I reason at will, in the same way I dream, for reasoning is just another kind of dreaming.
O prince of better days, I was once your princess, and we loved each other with another kind of love, whose memory makes me grieve.