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Christina Georgina Rossetti - Mirage
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	The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
	Was but a dream; and now I wake,
	Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
	For a dream`s sake.

	I hang my harp upon a tree,
	A weeping willow in a lake;
	I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapped
	For a dream`s sake.

	Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;
	My silent heart, lie still and break:
	Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
	For a dream`s sake.
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