Decades, light up even in your old age
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Finds you even in your birdcage,
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Breaking curfew like a child,
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Her face lives in pictures of a lost age,
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All that's precious to a hostage,
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Oh, you're ailing but alive,
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She waved goodbye,
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But, the last you ever loved was the May of 45,
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When everyone loved her, and ever the soldier,
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Never stepped out of line,
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Dream on, dreamer...
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Die for, only medal worth the fight for,
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Torch you carried through a world war,
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Love's remaining out of time,
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We cleared the skies,
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But the last you heard her name was the May of 45,
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When everyone called her, suffer enraptured,
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Ringing in Auld Lang sine,
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Dream on, dreamer...
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Dream on - in time this carnival will fade,
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Dreamer - under the shadow of the planes,
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You pray old age won't dull her name
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May'45
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Delays |