| Like a lover the morning sun
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| Slowly rises and kisses you awake
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| Your smile is soft and drowsy
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| As you let it play upon your face
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| Oh how I dream I might be like the morning sun to you
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| How I envy a cup that knows your lips
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| Let it be me, my love
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| And a table that feels your fingertips
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| Let it be me, let me be the one
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| Put an end to these lonely days and nights
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| Without you
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| Like a lover the river wind
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| Slides and ripples
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| Its fingers through your hair
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| Upon your cheek it lingers
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| Never having known a sweeter place
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| Oh how I dream I might be like the river wind to you
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| Like a lover the velvet moon
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| Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep
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| Its light arrives on tiptoe
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| Gently taking you in its embrace
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| Oh how I dream I might be like the velvet moon
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| How I dream I might be like the morning sun
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| How I dream I might be like the river wind the river wind
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| How I dream how I dream I dream
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| I might be with you
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| How I envy a cup that knows your lips
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| Or a table that feels your fingertips
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| How I dream how I dream how I dream how I dream
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| I might be with you |