I lay here alone,
Night after Night,
Waiting for my dream to come.
As I wait I listen,
Her eyes, they glisten,
She is the girl i love to love.
Her sweet brown hair,
And her smiling face,
I reach out for her hand.
But yet it still slips,
My hope, it now tips,
As I try to cool my heart's demand.
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