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
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 hopes apart
And they turn your dream to shame
Still I dream he'll come to me
That we will 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.
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Não concordo. Duas falhas: uma o titulo nada tem a ver com o conteúdo do post, esgotou assim o maior trunfo do duarte para um post... 2- é mesmo triste a letra... conseguimos algo mais positivo, não amadores?
Vosso,
Raimond
Discordo do comentário do utilizador "João Valentim".
Ponto 1 : O título têm tudo a ver com o post.. Ponto 2 : ULTREIA!
man, im good!
Eu gosto é dela a cantar "Wild horses" com aquela pronúcia britância. God bless the queen.
João, eu não cedo a provocações.
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