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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...
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?

A Dream Within a Dream, Edgar Allen Poe

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