touch me with your soul

when you will be sleeping,
I would come to you tiptoe,
and softly whisper before your ear,
you are my little one,don’t you know.

you are in your own dreams,
I shall I wake you up never,
but you are always in my dreams
no one else except you could enter.

In there I live with thee,
in a small hut by the north sea,
you would be busy making clouds,
I would help you making rain.

Be in my dream if you can,
but never go away,
touch me with your soul,
when I feel lonely.

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