I NEVER SAW A FACE OF LOVE ITSELF BUT ONLY THE COLOUR OF A WHITE PEACEFUL DOVE: I NEVER KNEW ALL WAYS OF BEING A PREACHER BUT WAS TAUGHT WELL BY A TEACHER : I NEVER FELT ANY TOUCH OF INNOCENCE MAKING ME FEEL GOOD AS NEW - I COULDN\'T BELIEVE IN THE EXPRESSION \"DREAMS DO COME TRUE\" : I NEVER BELIEVED TOWARDS BELIEVING BY BEING MYSELF - REALLY IMAGINE ME HAVING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE.