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I dreamed a dream in days gone by, When hope was high and life worth living, I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving... Then I was young and unafraid, And dreams were made and used and wasted, There was no ransom to be paid, No song unsung, no wine untasted... But the tigers come at night, With their voices soft as thunder, As they tear your hope apart, As they turn your dream to shame... He slept a summer by my side, He filled my days with endless wonder, He took my childhood in (his/her) stride But (he) was gone when autumn came... And still I dreamed (he'd/she'd) come to me, That we would live the years together, But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather... I had a dream my life would be, So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed, Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.