| So the young boy proceeded
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| To climb up the stairs
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| With a candle he held in the dark
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| Up to the second floor
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| And then entering the corridor
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| His own shadow on the walls
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| He slightly pushed the door to the room
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| Where the old man layed to rest
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| The Old Man: «Tell me — you dream of beautiful things
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| sometimes, don’t you?»
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| The Young Boy: «Of course I dream!»
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| The Old Man: «And you do believe in dreams…»
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| The Young Boy: «Of course I do. |
| We all dream…»
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| A Crowd Of Kids: «We do it — we do it all the time!»
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| Oh, tell me
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| Tell me a story of love
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| Would you tell me a story
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| Oh, tell me
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| Tell me a story of dreams
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| Of dreams gone forever
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| Oh, tell me
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| Tell me a story of love
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| Would you tell me a story
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| Oh, tell me
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| Tell me a story of dreams
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| Of dreams long gone
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| And in the center of the small room
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| Covered by the sheets
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| The old man with a sparkle in his eyes
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| Made a gesture of the hand
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| So, coming closer to the large bed
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| With his eyes wide awake
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| The little boy reached out for the hand
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| A hand of a hundred years
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| The Old Man: «Tell me — you dream of beautiful things
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| sometimes, don’t you?»
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| The Young Boy: «Of course I dream!»
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| The Old Man: «And you do believe in dreams…»
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| The Young Boy: «Of course I do. |
| We all dream…»
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| A Crowd Of Kids: «We do it — we do it all the time!»
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| Oh, tell me
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| Tell me a story of love
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| Would you tell me a story of…
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| Oh, tell me
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| Tell me a story of dreams
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| Of dreams gone forever
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| Oh, tell me
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| Tell me a story of love
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| Would you tell me a story
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| Oh, tell me
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| Of dreams long gone
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| Of dreams gone forever
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| Would you tell me, oh tell me
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| Tell me
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| Tell me a story of dreams
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| Of dreams long gone |