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| Sweet Dreams |
| By Elizabeth |
| Last night as I lay sleeping, love, A vision came to me. It was of you and I, my love, A wondrous sight to see. And in the dream I had, my love, I reached and touched your face I clasped your hand in mine, my love, And felt your warm embace. I pressed my lips to yours, my love, To taste your kiss so sweet You held me for a minute, love, In this moment that did fleet. I wakened from the dream, my love, With a thought of you that stayed With me troughhout the day, my love, And never once did fade. |
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