Love is a funny thing
I wish I could understand
Sometimes I want to scream
And others I could dance
Do you think about me
In dreams, or early morning light?
Softly, I reach to touch you
Each Time when come twilight
In dreams, I can be bold
Like a mighty desert lion
Or gentle like the breeze
Vanishing on the horizon
Ethereal visions and endless delights
Yet none of these will do
Only to hold you every night
Under a jealous moon
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