Ирина Юрьевна

Stars shining bright above you. Night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'. Birds singing in the sycamore tree. Dream a little dream of me. Say 'nighty-night' and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you miss me. While I'm alone and blue as can be. Dream a little dream of me. Stars fading but I linger on, dear. Still craving your kisses. I'm