I really can’t believe
The state of mind I’m in.
It seems each time I turn around
I’m dreaming once again.
I dream of holding you,
And oh, how real it seems!
But in the morning I awake
To find it’s just a dream.
If I were a magician,
I’d make my dreams come true.
No longer would I have to dream
Of sharing love with you.
July 17, 1979
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