In my book of  dreams
There are many faces
That smile at me
And voices so sweet

In my book of dreams
The pages are still blank
And the ink is in my hands
For me to write my story
A new past and a tomorrow
That  still has to be
And will unfold as I wish

In my book of dreams
There's a love
That fills me up
And everything happens
The way I wish

In my book of dreams
The pages are still blank
And the ink is in my hands
For me to write my story

In my book of dreams....

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