I awake from pleasant dreams of you
Rub the sleep from my smiling eyes
The melancholy blue of a breaking dawn greets me
"Good morning" it whispers silently...
The morning chill kisses my skin awake
And a shiver comes softly over me
But are these goosebumps from the cold,
Or the memory of your face in my dreams?
I can still remember every glance you shot me
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