Seriously, don't you love these words?
I dreamed a dream in time gone by.
When hope was high and life worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die,
I dreamed that he would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid,
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid.
No song unsung, no wine untasted.
Sung as Fantine, from Les Mis.
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