Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. — William Blake
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. — William Blake
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. — William Blake
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. — William Blake
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. — William Blake
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Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

— William Blake
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