| When the mellow moon begins to beam,
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| Every night I dream a little dream,
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| And of course Prince Charming is the theme,
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| The he for me.
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| Although I realize as well as you
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| It is seldom that a dream comes true,
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| To me it’s clear
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| That he’ll appear.
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| Some day he’ll come along,
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| The man I love
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| And he’ll be big and strong,
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| The man I love
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| And when he comes my way
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| I’ll do my best to make him stay.
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| He’ll look at me and smile
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| I’ll understand,
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| And in a little while,
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| He’ll take my hand,
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| And though it seems absurd,
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| I know we both won’t say a word
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| Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
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| Maybe Monday, maybe not,
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| Still I’m sure to meet him one day
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| Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day |