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The Girl of My Dreams
Don Tennant II
When I lay down my head on my pillow at night,
While watching the moon shine its beams,
I slip into sleep while I bask in its light,
And I find her—the girl of my dreams.
As I’m resting so snuggly with eyes secured tight,
And folded in silken-smooth reams,
I will see her there standing in satin of white,
And I watch her—the girl of my dreams.
She is shining and brilliant and ever so bright,
And she loves me, or so it now seems,
And I think of her eyes and her lips every night,
And I love her—the girl of my dreams.
Then the sun barges in with its eye-scalding light—
He and I are on opposite teams;
And I struggle to cling to her piece of delight,
But I lose her—the girl of my dreams.