I see her walking in the velvet moonlight
But then she hides behind the clock of midnight
And as I look to see her face
She disappears without a trace...
Sometimes I find myself in endless wandering
When I awaken in the misty morning
And I must look to find my way
As I await the end of day.
Dream lady... dream lady...
And I await the end of day
Till nighttime comes again to stay
Dream lady... dream lady... dream lady...
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