Hidden beneath the ground,
Is the spring that feeds the creek,
Invisible as the wind,
That あなた feel upon your cheek.
Dream and believe in your heart,
Think of when あなた would see,
There are things so apart,
That there could be 'we.'
And every breeze that whispers,
Reminds us constantly,
Sometimes what's real,
Is something あなた can't see,
Believe in all that can be,
A miracle starts whenever あなた dream,
Believe and sing from your heart,
You'll see.
Nobody hates you,
And they would believe that real,
But when I get to you,
I will believe that あなた are real, as well.
There's dreams to be found,
Discover...
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