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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
When 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 hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame

And still I dream he'll come to me
And we will live our lives together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed 
  The dream I dreamed   

Today I will live through the next 24 hours and not try to tackle all of life's problems at once 
 

...Today I will refuse to spend time worrying about what might happen if    

Today I will not imagine what I would do if things were different. They are not dif­ferent. I will do my best with what material I have

Today I will find the grace to let go of resentments of others and self-condemnation over past mistakes 

Today I will not try to change, or improve, anybody but me 

Today I will act toward others as though this will be my last day on earth 

Today I will be unafraid. I will enjoy what is beauti­ful, and I will believe that as I give to the world, the world will give to me