1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Measuring the summer's day, I only find it slips away today. The hours they bring me pain. Can't you read, can't you read, living reflection from a dream? I was her love, she was my queen, and now a thousand years between. Thinking how it used to be, does she still remember times like these? To think of us again, and I do. Can't you read, can't you read, living reflection from a dream? I was her love, she was my dream, and now a thousand years between Can't you read, can't you read, living reflection from a dream?
