Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
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