I had a dream, a fleeting fantasy
An angel in angle of my heart, a spring in fall of my life
But regret that be wither with your went, all of my life
Before growth my hope plant with rain of your look
Love of my rainy night, rain to desert of my heart again
And don't ban your breath of your look from my hope plant
Before the separation storm steal that
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