Sleeping on your shoulder,
It's like dreaming all over.
Keeping you close,
To my heart and mind.
I'll never forget,
Your love and arms
To keep you close
And never leave your arm too far away.
Your heart and mind
Are all that I care
To keep you close
To love and faith.
I love you more
With every day
No, I can't continue without your name
Next to me each day.
With love and aim
Aim to be your heart and brain
Tell me what you need,
And I will be there.
To love and comfort
Without any blame.
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