Sweet Dreams Of You
Sunday morning has rolled around.
Fresh fallen snow lays on the ground.
A north easterner blows hard on window panes.
But I feel warm with your love in my veins.
Time is cruel to us once more, it seems.
For I can only hold you in my dreams.
Remember my love, I'm forever true.
For nothing means more to me than you.
Fresh fallen snow lays on the ground.
A north easterner blows hard on window panes.
But I feel warm with your love in my veins.
Time is cruel to us once more, it seems.
For I can only hold you in my dreams.
Remember my love, I'm forever true.
For nothing means more to me than you.
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Absents makes the heart grow fonder.
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