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Like a hand of paper leaves
Stained from all the promises
That you never kept

All these dreams intensifying
That we dream
When will they come to something real?

But you go away
And you never stay
All these bitter years
That you leave me with

All these dreams intensifying
That we dream
When will they come to something real?
Like a hand of paper leaves   Stained from all the promises   That you never kept      All these dreams intensifying   That we dream   When will they come to something real?      But you go away   And you never stay   All these bitter years   That you leave me with      All these dreams intensifying   That we dream   When will they come to something real?