All I do is dream of you the whole night through
With the dawn I still go on and dream of you
You're every thought, you're everything
You're every song I ever sing
Summer, winter, autumn and spring
And were there more than twenty four hours a day
They'd be spent in sweet content, dreaming away
When skies are grey, when skies are blue
Morning, noon and night-time too
All I do is dream of you the whole day through
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