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Coming in and out of view You don't... you don't cross that line Gliding in and out of my life You don't...you don't cross that line I wish I'd met you long ago When eyes of coal and skin of snow Would have drawn from me a promise to defend I wish I'd met you way back when before our lives got tangled in machinery we've lost the will to bend And we must remain dreamfuel Yes, you must remain dreamfuel And I must remain dreamfuel When I think of you Can you hear me? From Letras Mania