She dreams, she dreams
And believe in all her dreams.
But woe, she's always crying,
Not even one dream of all her dreams
become real but all are dreams
Remaining dreams to become?
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Dreams
She dreams, she dreams
And believe in all her dreams.
But woe, she's always crying,
Not even one dream of all her dreams
become real but all are dreams
Remaining dreams to become?
