though i know we can talk everyday,
you are still so very far away,
though we just just met,
know me you have yet,
When a saw you I did see,
question is, did you see me,
when I heard your voice, that sound,
In it my dream was found,
I know you, do you know me,
you must think that it can't be,
several times I have met you before,
every time that I openned dream's door,
I forgot your face every morning,
but remembered it when I heard you sing,
I grabbed for it, wondering if it was true,
I never expected to actually see you,
Did you hear me call,
did you hear my cry,
perhaps when I wrote you a lallaby,
I may never know, I'm afraid you see,
If I open you may see that i am crazy,
am I,
am I,
am I?
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