Narration by Orson Welles

For my own part
I have never had a thought

Which I could not set down in words
With even more distinctness

Than that which I conceived it
There is however, a class of fancies

Of Exquisite delicacy
Which are not thoughts

And to which is yet, I have found it
Absolutely impossible to adapt to language

These fancies arise in us all
Alas how rarely

Only at epochs of most intense tranquility
When the bodily and mental health are in perfection

And at those weird points of time
Where the confines of the waking world

Blend with the world of dreams
And so I captured this fancy

Where all that we see or seem is but
A Dream Within a Dream

(Instrumental Interlude)
Interlude with some vocalizations til fades out

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