Red~Rosa's Réverie...

Reality is. . . he doesn’t know me
each day, through my window, I sit here and
dream of my prince. Will he save me this time?

...but it was just my imagination once again, running away with me… 

Reality is though, he doesn’t even know me
oh how could it be a dream? It seemed so real
something I longed for, someone I loved more
at last I was found. I was saved from my tower-cage
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sweet dreams were made of this; true loves kiss

Reality is though, he still doesn’t know me
études on the piano, I play, as the day always ends
very soon the silver moon will rise
everyone dreams for a prince in disguise
right now, as I see the sunset, I think of you
i think of you, every time. When this day dream
ends. There’s no other reason to make music
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