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| When night grows near, the angels whisper in my ears, the river streams sing in the night, the moon light glows, its such a sight. The fairies fly around this place, my mind stands still in God's own grace. I plant a seed into my mind, enchantment calls out to me...its a sign. I open my eyes to envision it all, is this a dream I dreamt at all? Copyright.2004 J.Mallinson |
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| May our dreams go on a hundred fold, we're never too young, never too old. |
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