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And still I dream she'll come to me,
Yet though I know it can't happen,

And we will live the years together.
It hurts, knowing the truth.

But there are dreams that cannot be,
I can hope all I want, it won't happen,

And there are storms we cannot whether.
And you will just keep on living in a world where I'm left behind, parallel, separate from me, and it's like a knife, ever pressing inwards through my heart.

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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