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I dreamed a dream |
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in time gone by |
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When hope was high |
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and life worth living |
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I dreamed that love |
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would never die |
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I dreamed that God |
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would be forgiving |
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Then I was young and unafraid |
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And dreams were made |
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and used and wasted |
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There was no ransom to be paid |
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No song unsung |
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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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He slept a summer by my side |
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He filled my days |
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with endless wonder |
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He took my childhood in his stride |
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But he was gone |
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when autumn came |
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And still I dream |
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he'll come to me |
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That we will live the years together |
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But there are dreams |
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that cannot be |
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And there are storms |
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we cannot weather |
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I had a dream my life would be |
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So different from this hell |
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I'm living |
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So different now from |
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what it seemed |
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Now life has killed |
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the dream I dreamed |