At Midnight I'm Alone
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James McLain
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Every night you haunt my dream's,
Your swinging in a tree.
And I am pruning every bush.
But not the one for me.
So every night I haunt your sleep,
To see who he might be.
But tonight I thought you welcomed me,
There where I shall never be.
A love like this that comes but once,
I feel, but not for me.
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