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In the evening, when the kettle's on for tea
An old familiar feeling settles over me
And it's your face I see
And I believe that you are there

In a garden, when I stop to touch a rose
And feel the petals soft and sweet against my nose
I smile and I suppose
That somehow maybe you are there

When I'm dreaming
And I find myself awake without a warning
Then I rub my eyes and fantasize
And all at once I realize it's morning

And my fantasy is fading
Like a distant star at dawn
My dearest dream is gone
I often think there's just one thing to do
Pretend the dream is true
And tell myself that you are there

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