Lea Salonga
C. Weil/J. Gruska
The sweetest songs fade to echoes in the wind
The best of times must end, so a new day can begin
And the dreams we dream that seem so real at night
Must meet the morning light and vanish from our sight
Time was never our friend
We walked the road together
and we came to the end
It's just good-bye
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