| 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 meerly an illusion
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| Like your heart and mine there’s no sweet conclusion
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| I can see, 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, and I’m drunk with mine
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| I’m aware my heart is a sad affair
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| There’s much disillusionment there
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| But I can dream, can’t I?
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| Can’t I adore you, 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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| In that small cafe, the park across the way
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| The children’s carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well
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| I’ll be seeing you, in every lovely summer’s day
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| In everything that’s light and gay
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| I’ll always think of you that way
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| I’ll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new
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| I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you
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| I’m aware my heart is a sad affair
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| There’s much disillusion there, but I can dream, can’t I?
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| I’ll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new
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| I’ll be looking at the moon, but I’ll be seeing you |