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At night when I am dreaming

I hear you call my name

I look up and you're beaming

And there is no trace of shame

And in the morning when I wake up

And you're not really there

I wonder where you could have gone

If you even really care

So I sit and I cry

With my face in my hands

And I wonder why

You left me again