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Long ago a young man sits and plays his waiting gameBut things are not the same it seems as in such tender dreamsSlowly passing sailing ships and Sunday afternoonLike people on the moon I see are things not meant to beWhere do those golden rainbows end?Why is this song so sad?Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friendLoving the love I love To love is just a word I've heard when things are being saidStories my poor head has told me cannot stand the coldAnd in between what might have been and what has come to passA misbegotten guess alas and bits of broken glassWhere do your golden rainbows end?Why is this song I sing so sad?Dreaming the dreams I dream my friendLoving the love I love to love to love to love From Letras Mania