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It was more like a dream than reality |
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I must have thought it was a dream while she was here with me |
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When she was near I didn't think she would leave |
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When she was gone it was too much to believe |
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So with tomorrow I will borrow |
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Another moment of joy and sorrow |
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And another dream and another with tomorrow |
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So if there some day won't be time just to look behind |
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There won't be reasons, no descriptions for my place and mind |
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There was so much I was told that was not real |
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So many things that I could not taste but I could feel |
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So with tomorrow I will borrow |
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Another moment of joy and sorrow |
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And another dream and another with tomorrow |
