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I come to you in dreams,
A darkness that is well known, And yet a mystery. Calling, Calling, Enticing, Enticing, Will you be mine? Will you be mine? You WILL be mine. I know that you squirm, I know all. I come to you in dreams, Can’t you tell? I am the nightmare, I am the sweet dream. I am all that you want, I’m all that you’ve been. I am the Sandman. Can you hear my call? Can you hear my call? I come to you in dreams, A blackness, A mystery, Your dream. I come to you in dreams, Come to me, And dream.
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