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 1    I,  I  |  work —this lack of power to dream anew, to discover the unknown.~
 2    I,  I  |    and passionate being, the dream of whom hovers over our
 3    I,  I  |      seized again with a mad dream of loving and of being loved,
 4    I,  I  |  that winged and magnificent dream which is always hovering
 5    I,  III|    adores opium. It made him dream.~As soon as the sonorous
 6    I,  III|    dispelled this vapor of a dream, and he perceived, dozing
 7    I,  III| apparently taken flight in a dream.~She was as motionless as
 8    I,  III| surprised. “How beautiful to dream like that!” said he.~They
 9   II,  I  |      to walk, to~breathe, to dream. Now, I can no longer do
10   II,  II |    that she might retain her dream, that she might not be seized
11   II,  II |     her room and fell into a dream. Breaths of warm air stirred
12   II,  II |  sensation, something like a dream in the present; she confused
13   II,  III|  would remain condemned to a dream without hope and without
14   II,  III|   raise your eyes, think and dream. Now I will go and prepare
15   II,  IV | seemed the music itself in a dream, but in a clearer sequel.
16   II,  IV |   this sweet and captivating dream, he directed his mind toward
17   II,  VI |    Hush! . . .”~He seemed to dream rather than speak.~“Ah,
18   II,  VI |       as if awakening from a dream, he said, with a start of
19   II,  VI |   over —so sweet to feel, to dream! It was the soul of her