I dreamed a dream within a dream And could not tell, if truth be told Who was the dreamer of the dream And truly, if I dreamt at all. This living in another world No fabrication of the mind Could possibly convey the truth Of things I saw and words I spoke And those I met who were of this world. More than forty years have passed And still I feel the hand of God And hear a voice known long before This present birth, this time-hewn form. I found my sempiternal home Beyond the corridors of space, Here on earth where flowers grow And children laugh and men are kind, Where beauty walks on thornless paths, A parallel universe. From the dream that is our life We shall awake, the soul to find.
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