From Les Miserables (musical production):
"I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living.
I dreamed that love would never die;
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted.
There was no ransom to be paid,
No song unsung, no wine untasted.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart,
As they turn your dream to shame."
--Fantine
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