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Of all and everything that things have shown,
There's a man with flowering words I've known.
A precious one he was as I'm seeing,
Oh! He must be the one that I'm dreaming.
His words are just like the cherry blossom,
And those trees that grow on autumn..
Yeah, in my room I keep on thinkin'
" Is it you? Is it me? Can we ever be? "
Then it came up to me, " He's my good friend,
His heart to me he can never lend. "
He's just a great dream, a wish that's very wild,
And I picture him whenever the wind's tender and mild...
Then this came to my mind while walking to the stream,
" I ween, we can't be, 'coz a dream is just a dream! "
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-missbLurr
