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Sleep is a gift
every morning is a gift
the first thing i see when i wake
the last thing i see before i sleep
a dream come true
i look at you while you sleep and i caress your back
and i know your deep in slumber
but it feels good
to feel your warmth
and feel you toss and turn
its something unexplainable
what you do to me
i look and i see every little breathe
is just another gift to me
why lay awake
in each others arms and you drift away into sleep
and i know that you are a gift to me
