Title: Valgfritt

Text: 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. But 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. He took my childhood in his stride but he was gone when autumn came. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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