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There will be violins playing |
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Softly, somewhere, won't there? |
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I shall be flying through rainbows |
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Though I can't fly, shan't I? |
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And when he lowers his lips |
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To kiss me, surely |
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The world will be lost from view |
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How much of the dream comes true? |
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He'll be the prince |
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Out of every childhood story, surely |
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His arms could crush me |
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But he will hold me gently, won't he? |
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And as the dawn slowly opens one eye, |
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Won't I find life wonderful and new? |
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How much of the dream comes true? |
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How much of the dream comes true? |
