"We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep." The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158
begotten in the vast arcades of times
she plays with grimes
she plays with animals at the trails
(...)
dazzling veils of rain
a nuisance of the heart
began to beat
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