She took us
Into her lovely arms
And her sweet irises garden
Those Sweet irises always,
Sweet irises always,
Sweet irises always
It's all surreal,
It's all surreal, it's all so surreal
Nothing to do but chill,
With those impressionistic
lavendar hues,
Feel alive in its hues,
and it's all surreal,
And it's all surreal, it's all surreal
Lay your love and dreams,
In Those sweet irises,
Sweet irises always,
Sweet irises always
Sweet irises always
Reynaldo Casison
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