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Language Of The Universe |
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Lying in my warm soft bed, |
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With feather pillow at my head, |
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Empty space here by my side, |
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Along cool sheets my hand does slide. |
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Yearning for my dream to start, |
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To tell the story of my heart, |
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To leave this plain, reality, |
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Go to the place my spirit's free. |
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Where you wait so patiently, |
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To take my arm and walk with me, |
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No spoken words, our hearts converse, |
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In the language of the universe. |
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Copyright Dreambeliever - 2002 |
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