I think of you before I sleep
but then instead of counting sheep
I dream of us being together
And suddenly everything's better
I want to take you on a ride
And at the end make you my bride
How I wish that you could see
What you trully mean to me
This love of mine is strange and bizarre
My heart loving another from so far
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
I think of you before I sleep
but then instead of counting sheep
I dream of us being together
And suddenly everything's better
I want to take you on a ride
And at the end make you my bride
How I wish that you could see
What you trully mean to me
This love of mine is strange and bizarre
My heart loving another from so far
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