When the night comes down and I need you, I hear the whispers from the wood, go pray to the morning God tomorrow, that you get your desire when the sun sets, I lie awake whole night, dreaming of tomorrow with you, about the talk we will have, about the silence we will wade through, and your smile, touch and my shiverings, my peace, whatever else we may want to call it, and then I realize, I had dozed off, I wake up when the morning is gone, and I stand here in the evening dreaming again, Tomorrow I will surely pray…

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