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"Love is Sleeping"

She looked at me
And the emptiness in her eyes was cruel to see
Then she turned away and said
'Once I loved, but love is dead.'

And I whispered, 'Sometimes love is only sleeping.'

She said 'I cannot cry,
And I cannot give or feel or even try.'
And her voice was hard and cold
And her sweet young face looked old

And I whispered, 'Sometimes love is only sleeping.'

Through the endless days and nights
She could not help but wrap herself in sorrow
Through the endless days and nights
We waited for a shiny new tomorrow
Love was sleeping....sleeping...

She looked at me
And her smiling tears feel warm and sweet and free
And the moonlight kissed her eyes
As it mingled with our sighs

and she whispered, 'Sometimes love is only sleeping.'
and she whispered, 'Sometimes love is only sleeping.'
Only sleeping
Only sleeping..