You allow yourself to softly go to the sound of the carrilion you put to sleep yourself.
It is who knows tomorrow another day as it will be.
With a man nearby, sweets words sweet his tomorrow.
Shaking his hand, expressing thoughts and emotions.
Then softly you awake,
who knows that sweet dream you will make tonight.
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