When a dream is born in you,
Declare, 'We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams.'
Let me go forth and share,
'I dreamed last night of a dome of beaten gold;
Kings go by with jeweled crowns, '
Had he and I but met.
If I should die, think only this of me,
That we are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams.
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