Dream a Little Dream of Me

Dream a Little Dream of Me [spoken] “…you keep pouring into one glass and you’re never changing the straw.” “And now to sing this lovely ballad, here is…Mama Cass.” 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.

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