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The sun has gone down

Darkness has settled in

Another night this girl walks home alone

Every guy seems to be the right one in the end they all end up the same as last time

I only wish she could see me standing beside her wishing she would glance at me

In my dreams i see her softly i whisper her name softly in my dreams

I imagin her in a bed of roses

When i speak of her i speak softly as i imagin her as a gentle breeze in a beautiful place a beautiful place away from her troubles

Angel of my dreams i wish i knew her secret of how she has this grasp on me