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Right before you close your eyes |
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Whispering yours prayers |
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When the sandman blows your eyes |
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I'll be there |
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When you wake up in the night |
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Sounds the second stair |
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That creaks under the careless foot |
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I'll be there |
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Gather roses while you may |
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While the bloom is full |
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For the blossoms soon will fade |
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And the bloom grow dull |
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Right before the morning light |
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Creeps soft upon the sill |
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When the shadows chase the night |
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I never will |
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When your voice is softly heard |
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Singing in the morning air |
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But the note does not ring true |
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I'll be there |
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Gather roses while you may |
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While the bloom is full |
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For the blossoms soon will fade |
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And the bloom grow dull |
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Right before you sleep at night |
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Closing up the blinds |
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In the windows black embrace |
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If you find |
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The face of a lover long forgot |
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Forgotten eyes forgotten hair |
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Forgotten words that stretch like salt |
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I'll be there |
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Gather roses while you may |
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While the bloom is full |
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For the blossoms soon will fade |
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And the bloom grow dull |
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Right before you close your eyes |
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Whispering yours prayers |
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When the sandman blow your eyes |
