At daybrake tomorrow I could rise and greet the new sun smile on a my with face and heart a my song in and the world on a string But dreams don't come true now and isn't on side luck always your some will furious fates be success often s p u r i o u s and summer follows spring One spring brought a lover; she could make me feel like someone who could anything do be could done at all that I guess I missed a cue. Maybe this spring another will me fill with love and me pride; set me up for a fal l, hook, line, sinker, and all, but dreams don't come true.
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