(J.Barry & T.Peacock)
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There will be violins playing
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Softly, somewhere, won't there?
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I shall be flying through rainbows
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Though I can't fly, shan't I?
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And when he lowers his lips
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To kiss me, surely
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The world will be lost from view
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How much of the dream comes true?
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He'll be the prince
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Out of every childhood story, surely
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His arms could crush me
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But he will hold me gently, won't he?
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And as the dawn slowly opens one eye,
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Won't I find life wonderful and new?
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How much of the dream comes true?
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How much of the dream comes true?
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How Much Of The Dream Comes True?
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| Barbra Streisand |
