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Was it the double of my dream The woman that by me lay Dreamed, or did we halve a dream Under the first cold gleam of day?
I thought 'there is a waterfall Upon Ben Bulban side, That all my childhood counted dear; Were I to travel far and wide I could not find a thing so dear.' My memories had magnified So many times childish delight.