because you think of me
and when you say things
all I can do is dream
to myself in my mirror
I wish always to know
what you know
and what you think of me
when you walk around
and I see your foot prints in the sand
a trail to follow
if only I could stand
on my own in the sand
a dream to chase the dark away
you are mine
and I hope you will stay
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