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I dreamed a dream in time gone by |
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When hope was high and life worth living |
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I dreamed that love would never die |
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I dreamed that God would be forgiving. |
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Then I was young and unafraid |
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And dreams were made and used and wasted. |
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There was no ransom to be paid, |
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No song unsung, no wine untasted. |
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But the tigers come at night |
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With their voices soft as thunder |
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As they tear your hope apart |
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As they turn your dream to shame. |
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And still I dreamed he'd come to me, |
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That we would live the years together |
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But there are dreams that can not be |
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And there are storms we can not weather. |
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I had a dream my life would be |
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So different from this hell I'm living, |
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So different now from what it seemed |
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Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. |