While I sleep....

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When there's no more words in this language

I'll speak another

when I run out of thngs to say

I'll sing

And when my voice grows weary

I'll dance and dance

Till my feet start to hurt

And my back starts to ache

Then I'll dream and dream

Till I have to face reality

Once again.....

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