I may toss and turn myself to sleep,
Anticipating impatiently.
And waiting...
To dream of you.
And waiting...
For a view of you,
Anticipating impatiently...
To be dreamed.
I may toss and turn myself to sleep,
Anticipating impatiently.
And waiting...
To dream of you.
And waiting...
For a view of you,
Anticipating impatiently...
To be dreamed.
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