in time gone by.
When hope was high and life worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die...
Then I was young and unafraid.
And dreams were made and used and wasted...
No song unsung, no wine untasted.
And still I dream he’d come to me.
That we would live the years together...
there are storms we cannot weather...
So different now from what it seemed..
But there are dreams that cannot be.
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