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I was sort of hoping, That you would come along, Like the answer to a prayer, And the music to a song. Like the kind of thing that happens, At a special place and time, That will change our lives forever, Like a fantasy of mine. The fantasy was there before, I never knew your name, And now that I have found you, We will never be the same. So, pardon, if I look at you, Forgive me if I stare, At the fantasy I knew before, I saw you standing there. For I was always hoping, That you would come along, Like the answer to a prayer, And the music to a song.