O, lift me from my sorrow!
I cry, I weep, I wail!
Let thy heart beat once my way
On this path, mine own must fail
My Hope is the drive for tomorrow
My Sorrows are forever cast
O, take my frail hand today
To a land of dreams past
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the land of dreams where better life was youth lived in an anything possible past