Dreams, dreams die,
I don't know why,
Dreams, dreams die,
It still makes me cry.
Dreams, dreams die,
At the tender age of 23
You would think I'd face reality,
but I still cry,
When dreams die.
Dreams, dreams die,
Old enough to know better,
yet even in this letter,
dreams die,
and I cry.
All through my crazy life,
as daughter, mother, wife,
I still cry,
when dreams die.
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