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You took my empty dreams
 And filled them every one
With tenderness and nobleness,
 April and the sun.

The old empty dreams
 Where my thoughts would throng
Are far too full of happiness
 To even hold a song.

Oh, the empty dreams were dim
 And the empty dreams were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
 Where my thoughts could hide.

But you took my dreams away
 And you made them all come true --
My thoughts have no place now to play,
 And nothing now to do.


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Added: 24 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 7 Jun 2025 1:30 PM | Viewed: 6682 times

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