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Like a lover the morning sun |
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Slowly rises and kisses you awake |
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Your smile is soft and drowsy |
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As you let it play upon your face |
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Oh how I dream I might be like the morning sun to you |
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How I envy a cup that knows your lips |
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Let it be me, my love |
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And a table that feels your fingertips |
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Let it be me, let me be the one |
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Put an end to these lonely days and nights |
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Without you |
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Like a lover the river wind |
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Slides and ripples |
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Its fingers through your hair |
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Upon your cheek it lingers |
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Never having known a sweeter place |
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Oh how I dream I might be like the river wind to you |
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Like a lover the velvet moon |
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Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep |
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Its light arrives on tiptoe |
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Gently taking you in its embrace |
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Oh how I dream I might be like the velvet moon |
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How I dream I might be like the morning sun |
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How I dream I might be like the river wind the river wind |
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How I dream how I dream I dream |
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I might be with you |
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How I envy a cup that knows your lips |
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Or a table that feels your fingertips |
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How I dream how I dream how I dream how I dream |
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I might be with you |
