Without knowing why or how
the joy of the utopian dream
slowly coming true
the image of a mature tree,
of roses in bloom,
a blue sky with tears in his eyes,
in those eyes filled with happiness,
hope the new day
is no longer a thought,
snow crystal water
Soft low dulcemnte
to refresh this heart
desire and joy to have you
know you're mine, my love,
know you're here for me
to love me like I love you ...
the joy of the utopian dream
slowly coming true
the image of a mature tree,
of roses in bloom,
a blue sky with tears in his eyes,
in those eyes filled with happiness,
hope the new day
is no longer a thought,
snow crystal water
Soft low dulcemnte
to refresh this heart
desire and joy to have you
know you're mine, my love,
know you're here for me
to love me like I love you ...
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