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• Artiste: John Van Deusen
• Titre: For Kristen
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Sweet, don't sit still until night falls haunting my sky, peering down and keeping me awake. Stars in your eyes, how much too bright they shine through my window to keep me thinking which at night that is unhealthy because we both know I need sleep. But please, dear, don't you worry about me, dear you'll find I'm busy but please, dear it doesn't mean I'm not thinking of you when I sing dear, and dreaming when I sleep, dear that you could only be here by my side when everything's ok. But oh, how unfortunate! How damn unfortunate that I have to go and be away all the time. But someday in this world, girl, you'll just have to find me because I'm sure I'll be in Africa or somewhere... Somewhere where there's no light to take my view of you in my sky looking down on the village where I'l live. And every night I'll sit outside and see if I can hear your voice, girl, but I'm sure you'll be much too far away. But Oh, how unfortunate! How damn unfortunate that I have to go and be away all the time But someday in this world, girl, you'll just have to find me because I'm sure I'll be waiting for you. So here I am, writing you this song to push the question along, so we can die with the confidence that I care for you, and I always will dear. I'll never pretend you don't exist so don't even bother wasting your time trying to insist. But, Baby, I'm sure you'll go far the world's not ready for you, you're all the blessings that you have to give. So bloom, dear, plant your roots and bloom, dear. And I'll be waiting out there for you to find me and pass my hand again. But oh, how unfortunate! How damn unfortunate that I could never let you get close to me. But someday we'll cross paths on a sidewalk in New York and it will be perfect again... again... again