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Little Darling

Little Darling

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When I close my eyes I hear you singing Singing me a song that I'll forget I always forget I try to take myself back to sleeping You pick me up but I let you down It was so clear but now it's gone I couldn't keep my eyelids shut Why can't you stay? Stay...stay If only I could dream we could start again Ooohhh... oooh When I close my eyes I see you dancing Dancing me a song Just out of reach, just out of reach I need you in a day when I'm not dreaming You pick me up, I don't wanna let you down It was so clear but now it's gone I couldn't keep my eyelids shut Why can't you stay? Stay...stay If only I could dream we could start again Ooohhh... oooh It was so clear but now it's gone, I couldn't keep my eyelids shut, Why can't you stay? Stay...stay...stay If only I could dream we could start again Stay If only I could dream we could start again Stay If only I could dream we could start again
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