Where the morning sun tickles,
The dew on the leaves
And only yawning flowers,
Are the little heart-thieves
Where gently i awake,
As the morning bird cries
In my dreams i nurture
A small paradise...
Where amidst the butterflies,
I chose to fly
Where the grass is my bed
And carelessly i lie
Where the cotton clouds fill
The vastness of the skies
In my dreams i nurture
A small paradise...
Where chains of dignity
Don't bind my deeds
Where on satisfaction alone
My soul feeds
Where the old is forgotten,
With every sunrise
In my dreams i nurture
A small paradise...
In this dream i float
Time and time again
When I'm tired of compromise
And all the life-bargain
Don't wake me up,
Don't open my eyes
In my dreams i nurture
A small paradise...
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