By fever
Date: 24 January 2001
in dreams
in dreams
i hold her in my arms
we dance, passionately
she looks in my eyes, as if to see my soul
and my hands rest on her tiny waist,
i have waited to hold her, like this
she smiles and says i lo-
i roll over
it's cold, it's dark
it's six a.m.
oh well there's always tomarrow night,
i can put on the finest clothes i own and return
to hold her, dancing gayly
good night, pleasant dreams
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