ever since I was a child
at times my dreams seemed real
I dreamed of secret lakes and hope
and tears I would conceal
the tears and doubt have never left
still I have sweeter dreams
when lovers lost are by my side
as real as touch it seems
and sweetest yet is love's regret
the loves I never held
that smile at me a lover's smile
before the morning bell
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