When the storms blew,
It brought along my wishes and my dreams too...
It was hazy; difficult to see through...
Then she uttered words of clean clues...
I caught my floating dream,
An angel of golden gleam...
She is sweet nectar, creamy cream...
Prettier than the moon in silent stream...
Brighter than the stars in a reflecting screen.
In her i found joy,
Found the thing that heals my void...
She is you,
And you are her...
You are that angel i found in here...
The beautiful dream i caught in the air..
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