Dreaming
Have you ever dreamt of perfection
dreaming of a pretty vision o so vivid
that in morning you wake up in tears
'cause you almost touched and felt it
I am dreaming of fair beauty
and behold there you stand
and belief of dream is far now
for I am holding your hand
And though it is but a dream
I'd prefer this world always
for here my true desire lies
the warmth of your tender face
I would choose never to wake up
cause I realise there lying
that waking up from this a part
of me would feel like dying.
dreaming of a pretty vision o so vivid
that in morning you wake up in tears
'cause you almost touched and felt it
I am dreaming of fair beauty
and behold there you stand
and belief of dream is far now
for I am holding your hand
And though it is but a dream
I'd prefer this world always
for here my true desire lies
the warmth of your tender face
I would choose never to wake up
cause I realise there lying
that waking up from this a part
of me would feel like dying.
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| Auteur: Holy Boeddha | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 24 november 2006 | ||
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