| you were the dream that survived
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| lost in the darkness of eternity
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| you were the hope kept alive
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| embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see
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| you had a beauty denied
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| you were the moment
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| but here in this night
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| where your dream carries on never quite there but it’s never quite gone
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| you are the star that is wished upon
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| forever
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| you were the one that believed
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| long past when belief was a memory
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| the child time would never concede
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| faith and tomorrow and all of the things that might be you had a beauty denied
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| a glittering moment
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| but here in this night
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| where your dream carries on never quite there but it’s never quite gone
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| you are the star that is wished upon
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| forever
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| do you believe in night
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| does it hold you close
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| when you’re at your last card
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| pray hard, father, son & holy ghost
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| still the night rolls on brings you to your knees
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| when you look back that far
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| each scar, suddenly just starts to bleed
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| the night it keeps burning
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| while twisting and turning
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| its way to tomorrow
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| its joys and its sorrows
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| our secrets beneath her
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| we drive each stake deeper
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| then offer to barter
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| but each deal is harder
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| the cloaks we keep changing
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| while gliding through weddings
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| of nights to their morning
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| of dreams to their dawning
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| while reaching for moments
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| the world has forbidden
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| the kindness inside them
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| so carefully hidden
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| the pages keep turning
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| but no-one is learning
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| they feed them to pyres
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| to stoke up their fires
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| of ignorance, apathy
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| forbidding charity
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| the flames they grow higher
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| could such be desired
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| and christ and confucius
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| are all their words useless
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| we quote them in fractions
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| but not in our actions
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| aurelius, and hugo
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| auden and gibran
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| the words they have written
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| seem so quickly gone
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| for somewhere there’s dirt
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| that was once reddish mud
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| from soaking up liquid
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| that was a man’s blood
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| but both earth and god
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| they have deemed to forgive
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| so each year in the spring
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| new flowers do live
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| and of all the authors
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| your favorite was wilde
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| with each timeless story
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| all penned with such style
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| of fairytale kingdoms
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| where ogres save children
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| and no gardens have walls
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| so all children might use them
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| and since that’s the ending
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| you valued the most
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| you cling to that card
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| father, son & holy ghost
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| father, son & holy ghost
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| father, son & holy ghost
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| father, son & holy ghost
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| father, son & holy…
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| but here in this night
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| where your dream carries on never quite there but it’s never quite gone
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| you are the star that is wished upon
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| forever |