The dreadful morning'echoes die out...
chasing the mist into infinity;
Doralice,
you dream up the wildest things
in the same wrong way!
Doralice,
dreamers hide secrets without discretion;
dreamers use only their imagination:
they overlook the promise for the future so near...
they refuse to understand that their own fear
leads to regrets,
or to defeats!
Through the hours of your fantasy-nights,
you wander in strange fairy-lands...
only existing in your dreamy mind;
the morning after you shiver with cold!
Doralice,
no handsome,tall prince will quickly pop out
of that dream...you dreamed!
Doralice,
no magic word will create
a lovely wonder-land!
Doralice,
dreamers burn up their precious lives;
Doralice,
lovers can have both love and dreams!
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