When the night begins its journey
I only think of you my honey
With my eye lashes hugging each other
Thinking only of you further
When I wake with the early sun ray
My eyes still dream to be with you in gay
Waking me from the dream of fairy crown
The day starts and begins its countdown
For the things I think about you are few
Which are as sweet and fresh as early dew
When I suffer from trouble or fear
I wish you would always be my near
Walking hand in hand in a very low pace
Along the cool breeze and time begins its race
I dont know who you are
But I still think of you for hour and hour
Wishing my dream come true for ever and ever
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