| As we eye the blue horizon’s bend
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| Earth and sky appear to meet and end
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| But it’s merely an illusion;
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| Like your heart and mine there is no sweet conclusion
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| I can see
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| No matter how near you’ll be
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| You’ll never belong to me
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| But I can dream, can’t I?
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| Can’t I pretend that I’m locked in the bend of your embrace?
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| For dreams are just like wine
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| And I am drunk with mine
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| I’m aware
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| My heart is a sad affair
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| There’s much disillusion there
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| But I can dream, can’t I?
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| Can’t I adore you
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| Although we are oceans apart?
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| I can’t make you open your heart
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| But I can dream, can’t I?
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| I’m aware
|
| My heart is a sad affair
|
| There’s much disillusion there
|
| But I can dream, can’t I?
|
| Can’t I adore you
|
| Although we are oceans apart?
|
| I can’t make you open your heart
|
| But I can dream, can’t I?
|
| Can’t I pretend that I’m locked in the bend of your embrace?
|
| For dreams are just like wine
|
| And I am drunk with mine
|
| I’m aware
|
| My heart is a sad affair
|
| There’s much disillusion there
|
| But I can dream, can’t I?
|
| Can’t I adore you
|
| Although we are oceans apart?
|
| I can’t make you open your heart
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| But I can dream, can’t I? |