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I Imagine
I imagine you sleeping in a suit,
And playing a mournful tune with a flute,
Sitting beside you and staring,
With the eyes of the desert inside.
The pleasure all I'll be caring,
Watching you going like the sun before night...
And playing a mournful tune with a flute,
Sitting beside you and staring,
With the eyes of the desert inside.
The pleasure all I'll be caring,
Watching you going like the sun before night...
