Wednesday, January 22, 1997

"While I Sleep"

Walking along, humming a song;
Thinking of you, my love so true.
A sword through my heart, they call it art.
How many people have seen me weep, at night while I sleep?

Wishing you were there, keeping me warm from the cold, cold air;
With your smile the length of a mile
And your eyes so blue, and your voice so true.
How many people have seen me weep, at night while I sleep?

You’d be my life, if you’d be my wife.
If you say “yes,” I’d be so very blessed,
Tell me Honey, would you marry me?
How many people have seen me weep, at night while I sleep?

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