Dreaming of someone,
As gentle as the dew.
Graceful as a someone can be.
Dreaming of someone,
And feeling very blue,
Because I know that someone isn't me.
And how I wish I could change myself.
Change to somebody new.
And how I long to exchange myself.
How I wish I were you.
Dreaming of making,
A garden in my mind,
Where poems grow like leaves on a tree.
Dreaming and waking,
And every time I find,
That extra special someone isn't me.
And how I wish I could change myself.
Change to somebody new.
And how I long to exchange myself.
How I wish I were you.
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