In the evening When the kettle is on for tea And all familiar feelings settles over me And it's your face I see And I believe that you are there In a garden When I start to touch a rose I feel the petals soft and sweet against my nose I smile and I suppose That somehow maybe you are there When I'm dreaming And I find myself awake without a warning Then I rub my eyes and fantasize And all at once I realise It's morning And my fantasy is fading like a distant star at dawn My dearest dream is gone I often think there's just one thing to do - Pretend that dream is true And tell myself that you are there
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