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

"My heart grew sick; it was the dampness of the catacombs that made it so.
There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart — an
unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination
could torture into aught of the sublime.
For what really occurred, however, it is quite impossible that any human
being could have been prepared.
Be of heart, and fear nothing.
And I tried, but could not laugh with the Demon — and he cursed me
because I could not laugh.
TRUE! — nervous — very, very dreadfully nervous I had been, and am; but
why will you say that I am mad?"

~Edgar Allen Poe

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