The Nights
The Nights Without You,
Are So Long.
All I Do Is Lie Here,
Dreaming Of You.
Of Holding You,
So Tight In My Arms.
Kissing Your Sweet Lips,
So Tenderly.
As I Make Passionate Love,
To My Lady.
O' But For You,
I Would Have Nothing,
Not Even A Dream.
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