I see her walking in the velvet moonlight
But then she hides behind the clock of midnight
And as i look to see her face
She disappears without a trace...
Sometimes i find myself in endless wandering
When i awaken in the misty morning
And i must look to find my way
As i await the end of day.
Dream lady... dream lady...
And i await the end of day
Till nighttime comes again to stay
Dream lady... dream lady... dream lady...
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