| I would dream about her
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| With her voices soft and puresome
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| It’s the memory totally embraced
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| When the night ends I descend
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| I would dream about her
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| But I always a-lament her
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| And if this heart finds it hard to care
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| How to get through
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| Come tomorrow
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| I’m down upon my knees
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| I’m there, staring at the ocean
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| We could have had the world
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| So that you’re not here,
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| I must dare to dream
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| That your soul is not so far away
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| I shall see you
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| here’s what I shall sing
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| It’s a song made for today
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| Mournful, I keep crying
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| Pray to heaven till I’m dying
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| In the mountain, riding from time
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| And the nighttime has to end
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| In my tomorrow we’ll die together |