in my imagination you are my dear companion and i'm the one you cling to and your voice still calls my voice before your heart began to wander and mine was torn asunder before the fairer and the younger before the cryin game all those girls with their long tresses waltzing out in their Sunday dresses all their sweet soft warm caresses cannot hold you like I do and though you say you do not love me and your dreams are never of me i will dream my dream of you in my dreams you are the swallow coming back to Capistrano and i'm the sound of the bells you follow but in this world dreams don't come true still when you're lost out in the desert when your fire's a dying ember the last light you remember will be the light i shed for you mine is no ordinary star love i see exactly where you are love and no else could shine that far love to bring you saftely through and though you say you do not want me and made no promises to haunt me i will dream my dream of you the sorrows flow down like a fountain over the miles beyond our countin more than the flowers of the mountain or the raindrops in the sea but if Heaven's just a dreaming surely my love will be redeeming and you will dream your dream of me
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