I saw something through the deepest mists
A dream, my mother would insist
I must admit I thought it true
Until through the mists she saw it too
There came a thought, a word, a wish
I will not say, but tell you this...
If there was one last thing to do
I'd find a way to rescue you
All those who dream and find despair
I'd lift you to the clouds and hold you there
For all the tears that fall at night
I'd find a way to make it right
Seeing all the pain day after day
I wish only to see it go away
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