You were my first love; you are my last love.
The sincere one, to whom I belong...
But this is a dream, the life we are living.
One day I'll awaken and you will be gone.
I'll search everywhere; valley and mountain
Journeying on, one alone with my song.
I will not find thee, for can you not see
Love is a dream, divorced from reality.
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