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All I do the whole day through is dream of you.
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And with the dawn I still go on and dream of you.
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You're every thought, every scheme, every dream I ever dreamed.
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Summer, winter, autumn and spring.
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And were there more than 24 hours a day,
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They'd be spent in sweet content dreaming away.
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When skies are gray, skies are blue
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Morning, noon and nighttime, too
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All I do the whole day through is dream of you.
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All I Do Is Dream Of You
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| Henry Busse |
