You come to me at twighlight
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The soft summer breeze, the sand, the waving hair
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But how am I to know?
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This feeling has no name.
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Each morning I dream of twighlight
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And wait for your glow
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Down from where the moonflowers grow.
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Far beneath the sea
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Awaits a home for me.
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Twilight
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