If  I could ever talk to you again,
it would be like sunshine coming through the rain,
or like snowflakes on my Christmas  tree
oh how happy I would be.

Maybe I will meet you in a dream someday
and you can  hear the things I say
I will tell you all the things I never said
and all the things I now regret.


          And If I then could feel your hand in mine
          and hear you whisper in my ear
          I wish that God would let my dream come through
          and let me sleep along with you.

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