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Tonight I dreamed of you,

That you could love me too.

But when I woke up,

My dream just stopped,

My heart just cried,

I took my pencil to write.

But then I threw away my love letter,

I think that made things better,

I feel sad, that’s enough,

And I don’t want to annoy you with my stuff.

If I tried for you, it would be rude,

I don’t want to make you sad, bringing you in bad mood.