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    The dreamer, the unwoken fool,
    In dreams, no pain will kiss the brow.
    The love of ages fills the head.
    The days that linger there in prey of
    emptiness, of burned out dreams.
    The minutes calling through the
    years.
    The universal dreamer rises up above
    his earthly burden.
    Journey to the dead of night.
    High on a hill in Eldorado.

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    Composition: Jeff Lynne

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