A dream itself is but, a shadow.
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
True I talk of dreams
To sleep: perchance to dream
As dreams are made on, our little life.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come.
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Most radiant, exquisite and unmatchable beauty
Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming
I will be in peace.*
A dream itself is but a shadow.
Why, go to bed and sleep.
Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
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*this is the only line I made from scratch.