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And a little child emerging

ALL DREAMS COME TRUE
(Even the ones in which we hate)

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The limping beggar boy in rags that once was our rage

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We marry softly on the D Train

Comin home

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Ain't no hiding place

Ain't no protection in "love"

;;;

MEN DO APPEAR

that's what the child is to be

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It's what you ARE or only WERE

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Perhaps it's what we all shall become