I close my eyes and I drift away, and to the magic night I softly say, a silent prayer, like dreamers do, then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you . In dreams I walk with you, I talk to you, in dreams you're mine, all of the time, we're together in dreams in dreams . But just before the dawn, I awake and find you gone, I can't help it if I cry, I remember when you say "goodbye". It's too bad that all these thing, can only in my dreams, only in dreams, in beauty dreams... ((chris de burg)) 

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نویسنده : رها سهیل ; ساعت ٥:۳٧ ‎ب.ظ روز ۱۳۸٩/٩/۱٠
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