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