So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cr — Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
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So runs my dream, but what am I?An infant crying in the nightAn infant crying for the lightAnd with no language but a cry.

— Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam
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