Pretty Woman
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Juan Olivarez
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Pretty woman of my dreams,
I've known you all my life it seems.
What do you think, my dream means?
My dreams are filled with only you,
Does that mean, you dream me too?
Do you dream, the way I do?
You haunt my dreams, oh devine one,
Until night passes, and the morning sun,
Announces once more, that he has won.
But you return, when the sun goes down,
You fill my dreams, without a sound.
Pretty woman, my heart you've found.
7/13/10 Alton Texas
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