| In my imagination
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| You are my dear companion
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| And i’m the one you cling to And your voice still calls my voice
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| Before your heart began to wander
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| And mine was torn asunder
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| Before the fairer and the younger
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| Before the cryin game
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| All those girls with their long tresses
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| Waltzing out in their Sunday dresses
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| All their sweet soft warm caresses
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| Cannot hold you like I do And though you say you do not love me And your dreams are never of me
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| I will dream my dream of you
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| In my dreams you are the swallow
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| Coming back to Capistrano
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| And i’m the sound of the bells you follow
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| But in this world dreams don’t come true
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| Still when you’re lost out in the desert
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| When your fire’s a dying ember
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| The last light you remember
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| Will be the light i she’d for you
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| Mine is no ordinary star love
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| I see exactly where you are love
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| And no else could shine that far love
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| To bring you saftely through
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| And though you say you do not want me And made no promises to haunt me I will dream my dream of you
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| The sorrows flow down like a fountain
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| Over the miles beyond our countin
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| More than the flowers of the mountain
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| Or the raindrops in the sea
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| But if Heaven’s just a dreaming
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| Surely my love will be redeeming
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| And you will dream your dream of me |