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Little boy is dreamin‘ in the room behind white door...
Who knows where he’s playing
Right now
I don’t know
From behind the window, busy traffic’s sneaking in
I hope it won’t
disturb his peaceful sleep
I am trying to play the piano
Searching for him (for this little boy)
He is some place far
Where I would also like to be
Perhaps he is chasing butterflies
Perhaps
he is chasing
butterflies....
I am gonna find you
No matter how far you are
little boy