| Take this kiss upon the lip
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| And let me see a smile
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| Your image is the golden drip
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| That guides me for a while
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| My days are a dream
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| My nights are a lie
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| You are what I seek to hold
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| In the cold of the times
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| All that we see or seem to be
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| Is but a dream within a dream within a dream
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| All that we see or seem to be
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| Is but a dream within a dream
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| I wait up on a golden shore
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| With sunshine in my hands
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| While listening to the endless roar
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| I hope for farthest lands
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| My days are a dream
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| My nights are a lie
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| You are what I seek to hold
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| In the cold of the times
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| All that we see or seem to be
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| Is but a dream within a dream within a dream
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| All that we see or seem to be
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| Is but a dream within a dream
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| Can I not hold you in my arms so tight?
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| Can I not save you from the cold or bitter times?
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| In a smile or in a pitiless embrace
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| We are not supposed to be
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| All that we see or seem to be
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| Is but a dream within a dream
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| All that we see or seem to be
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| Is but a dream within a dream
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| All that we see or seem to be
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| Is but a dream within a dream
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| All that we see or seem to be
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| Is but a dream within a dream
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| All that we see or seem to be
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| Is but a dream within a dream |