Goodbye, little dream, goodbye,
You've made my romance sublime now it's time to fly.
For the stars have fled from the Heavens,
The moon's deserted the hill,
And the sultry breeze that sang in the trees,
Is suddenly strangely still,
It's done, little dream, it's done,
So bid me a fond farewell, we've both had our fun,
Was it Romeo, or, Juliet, who said when about to die,
Love is not all peaches and cream,
Little dream, goodbye.

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