jueves, 23 de septiembre de 2010

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree . . .

. . . Say nighty-night and kiss me
Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of me.

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