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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 turn your hope apart |
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As they turn your dreams to shame |
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He slept a summer by my side |
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He filled my dreams with endless wonder |
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He took my childhood in his stride |
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But he was gone when autumn came |
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And still I dream 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 cannot be |
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And there are storms we cannot weather |
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I had a dream my life would be |
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So different from the 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 |
