I think of you every time;
Though you are not mine.
Love you more every time
In hope, one day you will be mine.
Even when I drink or dine;
Somewhere in my heart you shine.
Why do I think of you every time,
As if you were mine.
Why on earth every time;
Let be dark or sunshine;
I dream of you being mine.
I know, I know you can never be mine.
I am not sure I love you,
Though I love thinking of you,
From morning six to night at nine;
And I am sure you will never be mine.

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