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| "Teatime Daydreams" by Michael & Inessa Garmesh |
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 petal 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.
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 petal 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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