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How could it be that she is crying out for me
when all I see are hopeless dreams?
When I dream she fights for me..
It could never be..
I can't believe that such beautiful eyes could lie to me.
Could it be that my dreams are blinding me?
Or have I found sight as catching as sound?
How could I forget that I am only one note.
Without feet I float by..
I am only a dream.
Do not cry for me.
Only for play do tears fall down,
Inside me I scream & feel
to be found.