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In the evening when the cattle's [Incomprehensible] |
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An old familiar feeling settles over me |
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And it's your face |
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I see and |
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I believe that you are there |
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In the garden when |
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I stop to touch a rose |
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And feel the petal soft and sweet against my nose |
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I smile and |
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I suppose that somehow maybe you are there |
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When I'm dreaming and |
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I find myself awake |
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Without a warning and |
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I rub my eyes and fantasize |
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And all at once |
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I realize it's morning |
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And my fantasy is fading like a distant star of dawn |
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My dearest dream is gone |
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I often think there's just one thing to do |
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Pretend the dream is true and tell myself that you are there |
