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“In dreams the fool is free from scorning voices.

Grey-headed whores are virgin there again.

Out of the past dream brings long-buried choices,

All in a moment snaps the tenfold chain

That life took years in forging. There the stain

Of oldest sins⁠—how do the good words go?⁠—

Though they were scarlet, shall be white as snow.”