They fill the earth with noise, not music, and there is no reprieve, no silent moment, no place for reflection and thought—there is no time to dream. But I have learned. I can still dream in the madness. I spoke with a dream: There was a mother and a child; when the child was happy the mother was sad, and when the mother was happy the child was sad; I asked them why they were together. They threw their heads back and laughed hysterically. It was not a happy laugh. I understand why they are together.
Who were they?
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