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Odour of Chrysanthemums by D.H. Lawrence
All people dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their mind,
Wake in the morning to find that it was vanity.

But the dreamers of the day are dangerous people,
For they dream their dreams with open eyes,
And make them come true.
Book: Sons and Lovers by D.H. Lawrence
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