I’m missing dreamy gifts you bring of lovely tranquil views. Each night you stay, I wake to sing a happy tune-- no blues. Don’t leave me now–- when you take flight, I toss and turn all through the night. Don’t leave me now, don’t leave me now; oh spare me such an awful plight.
While missing dreamy gifts you bring, I lie here wide awake, aware of how I rarely sing and every day I ache. Return to me your soothing cloak. I mumble spells I hope provoke: Return to me, return to me, I need you now, you stubborn bloke!
Still missing dreamy gifts you bring, I want my life restored. Oh, how I long to wake and sing the songs I so adored! I pray and plead but you won’t come, as here I lie, awake and numb. I pray and plead, I pray and plead; at last, Sweet Sleep, you're here, ho hum
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