This precious dream unfolds,
This dream i share with you,
Your smile that shines like gold,
The flowers blessed with dew.
That place we loved so much,
Beckoning with sweet whispers,
Through pleasant morning breeze,
This dream has surely blessed us.
For i still get the chance,
To see you once again,
A place where we can dance,
Just like we did back then.
If only dreams were real,
To live them everyday,
I'd be with you always,
My tears would drift away.
Jayne Louise Davies
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