I have dreamed that many men
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Have marched across this field
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I have wished that I could take each man
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And hold him against the flame in my heart
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I had a dream that my face was old
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And all the children came to see
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First they laughed and then they ran
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And I slammed the door behind them
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And as the tears began to rise
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You climbed the stairs
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You came into my room
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Where I was waiting there
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Now I have dreamed of all men's arms
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But this time it was you
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I drew the curtains and it was dim
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And it was strange and it was new
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I have wished that I could hear
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Each secret told
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By lovers in the battle
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With each shade of red and gold
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I have wished that I could take each man
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And hold him to the flame
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And read the secret writing there
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And know each one by name
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I have dreamed that many men
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Have marched across this field
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I have wished that I could pour
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My life into each one
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Listening
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Listening
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Listening
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The Marching Dream
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| Suzanne Vega |
