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Be with you soon
I smell a perfume
Of the dawn
I feel you near me
Then you're gone
The gentle warming
Of the sun
I hear you laughing
The day is done
And though I hear you call in the night
In dreams I come to you every night
The silver wainin'
Of the moon
This time i'm coming
Be with you soon
Soft winds blowin'
Through the trees
Your hair is shaken
By the breeze
And though I hear you call in the night
In dreams I come to you every night |
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