There was once a dream
Which are we
You and me
It walked the rocks
It sailed the seas
Then suddenly came the storms
The triple tempest
That never paid any salute to the cease
Then I prayed;
O my dear
My beautiful black belle
Deny me not your virtue
Nor receive my oath as a common stone
This lingered
As I pondered
And wondered
If this dream would survive
And if dead could revive?
This you and me
Which were we
Now once a dream
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