If we shadows have offended,
Note my knee is yet unbended
Think you have but slumber’d here?
Let that illusion disappear
That’s some weak and idle theme,
Crushed by the force of unpent dream
Gentles, do not reprehend:
That’s breath you’d better elsewhere spend
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If you’re unscathed, know it was luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
Behold! A Fairyland unsprung
Else the Puck a liar call:
Magic rise, and reason fall.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And let’s celebrate as Reality bends.
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