I often dream,
About you, it seems,
Your face reflecting off the moonbeams.
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I often dream
Of your beautiful eyes,
And when you walk in,*
All the sadness dies.
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I often dream,
About your lips, on mine,
Which softly combine and entertwine.
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I often dream,
Of you as a person who,
Will notice me someday,
When will it be?
Time will never say.