When the crooked night came to a halt,
As the chilling wind blew its last gust
When the grey rainbow threatened to affray,
As the last few drops of rain fell on incident ray
(toss and turn)
(toss and turn)
Oh, you are my dream,
So let me sleep, guarded forever under your moonbeam

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May 26, 2009 at 12:55 pm
nadia
i like this one.