"If I could write out my own dream
For the next time that I sleep,
You'd be the first one that I see
And I the last one that you keep.
The dream would go on and on
While we sway
Against all things thrown our way.
And the morning would be so cruel when it came,
With sunshine and warmth to bring,
For announcing the end of my sweet dream.
For announcing the end of my sweet dream."
For the next time that I sleep,
You'd be the first one that I see
And I the last one that you keep.
The dream would go on and on
While we sway
Against all things thrown our way.
And the morning would be so cruel when it came,
With sunshine and warmth to bring,
For announcing the end of my sweet dream.
For announcing the end of my sweet dream."
-Greg Laswell
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