In the young hours of the morning
A man gently invades my dreams
I cannot see his face
But I know he is handsome
His voice is like a love song
As he softly whispers my name
He smells like a warm heaven
He moves like an angel without wings
We come together like a wild tango
He dances like a demon on fire
Who is this charismatic stranger
Why won't he let me see his face
Why won't he give me his name
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