I held you close to me
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once in a distant dream,
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far from the shores of my fear.
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I sailed on the ocean where
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all I imagined could happen,
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and now you are here.
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It's so hard to touch
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what is out of our hands,
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to know and to trust
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what the heart understands.
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Only the ones who believe
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ever see what they dream,
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ever dream what comes true.
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Life gives us magic and
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life brings us tragedy.
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Everyone suffers some loss.
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Still we have faith in it,
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childlike hope.
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There's a reason that outweighs the cost.
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And gravity throws
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all these rules in our way.
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And sometimes the sprit
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refuses to play.
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Only the ones who believe
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ever see what they dream,
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ever dream what comes true.
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And oh, love,
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turn me around in your arms.
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And in this dream we share
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let us not miss one kiss.
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And add my regrets
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to the tears in the rain
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for that's what the color
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of roses contain.
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Only the ones who believe
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ever see what they dream,
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ever dream,
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ever dream what comes true.
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Color Of Roses
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Bette Midler |