I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
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Then i was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted.
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But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame.
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came.
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And still I dream he'll come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather....
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I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.
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© Alan Boublil & Claude-Michel Schonberg
(Requested By Elli)
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-- 'Each different line in this song, seems to fit with how I feel. I usually substitute he with she as the person I always wanted to love and take care of me.
| ...(Elli)' --
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