When will the girl of my dreams come to,
My girl of dreams,
I am waiting for,
Waiting for her restlessly,
Can you, my friend,
When will she come to,
The girl of my dreams?
It is she who comes to me into
The sweet dreams of mine,
For whom keep I smiling
All but myself,
The flower of my imagination.
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