From the Skys, to the limit
From the Seas, to your gimmick
From the Trees, to the ground
From the hearts, to be found
Last night i dreamt of you
Bundleful of Roses, you came to me
Truth and secret, just for you
Words i wrote, so let it be
Days of Days of meeting wishes
Times and Times of mounting dishes
Days of Days of painful wishes
Times and Times of explaining reasons
This heart, days of wishes
This soul, closing of inches
Your face, just so much cake
Your smiles, just here to make
Is this real? it can't be real
Is this lies? just for me to feel
Are you committing a felony
So let this be a legacy
~betty lee
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