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I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I prayed that God would be forgiving
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
With their voices soft as thunder
And they turn your dream to shame
Still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living