It seems so very long ago
In a time so very far away
I'd watch how people fell in love
and hoped one day I'd be that way.
When you're young at heart it's easy
to be caught up by the thought
that love is real and dreams come true
that your heart is won, not bought
But you'll learn, all too quickly
Oh you'll learn, all too well
that there is no happy ending
no pots of gold or wishing wells.
Here in the dark
I reach for you still
longing to feel you
to hold something real
I lie awake
and wonder how you are
here in this darkness
you're still my only star.



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