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Now here I go again I see the crystal vision I keep my visions to myself It's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams and Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? Dreams of loneliness like a hobby drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you loved And what you hate and what you lost