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For the first time I regret
That I didn't paint, you know
I would draw her silhouette
Hundred times or even mo'
I would paper all the house
Walls and ceilings, every board
So that nothing would remain
There of sadness or discord
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Is it real or just a dream?
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Is it real or just a dream?
Still I'm not a painter, no
And my poems are so-so
But I keep on dreaming though
You still visit me, I know
You keep coming back again
I don't want to wake from sleep
Why for love I pay in pain
Such a heavy price to keep
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Is it real or just a dream?
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Is it real or just a dream?
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