In the quiet of the night, when all is still
My thoughts wonder about my future.
Though middle age is upon me, I still think with youthful fervor of a love I have yet to receive.
I want to find a quiet spot, at the end of the day to put my hat upon.
With you by my side as we talk about the toils of our day.
How sweet and wonderful those thoughts are,
Dreamlike, perhaps they are just that, a dream.
Though I don't know what the future may bring,
Wraths of winter, or bliss of spring,
I will keep seeking my happiness in you.
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