i could...
if you were here
drink you with small, little sips,
and say the words that only you can hear
i could softly touch and tease
i could make you see the stars
i could tirelessly please
and the night would be just ours
but somewhere miles away
you dream in bed
and you don't hear me say
things i just said
Just dream of me, my love
i'll dream of you, the one...
Feb. 6 2002
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