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The sweetest of dreams

The grandest of schemes

All things and more

To this world I adore

From the sun and the day, to the moon and the night

To a welcome embrace, to the terror of fright

Life so worth living

From such humble beginnings

To the very end of our days

When all that is left are memories of the good, the bad an all things we still praise

say nevermore until the world fades.