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I
dreamed
a
dream
in
time
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
when
dreams
were
made
and
used
and
wasted.
There
was
no
ransom
to
be
paid,
no
song
unsung,
no
wine
untasted.
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