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When the mellow moon begins to beam |
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Ev'ry night I dream a little dream |
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And of course Prince Charming is the theme |
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The he for me |
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Although I realize as well as you |
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It is seldom that a dream comes true |
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For me it's clear |
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That he'll appear |
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Some day he'll come along |
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The man I love |
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And he'll be big and strong |
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The man I love |
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And when he comes my way |
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I'll do my best to make him stay |
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He'll look at me and smile |
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I'll understand |
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And in a little while |
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He'll take my hand |
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And though it seems absurd |
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I know we both won't say a word |
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Maybe I shall meet him Sunday |
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Maybe Monday, maybe not |
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Still I'm sure to meet him one day |
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Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day |
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He'll build a little home |
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Just meant for two |
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From which I'll never roam |
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Who would, would you? |
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And so all else above |
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I'm waiting for the man I love |
