If only the honey could get sweeter and the dew any fresher,
Flower any prettier and love purer,the world would have been perfect.
Alas! sweet dreams are never born
But they grow with us,in us
The picture was never perfect
And the time never right
Until you stepped right into my house
Rose had never looked so pale and the sun never so soft
The dust never carried the perfume and the bee never buzzed a song
Until you stepped right into my house
I believe dreams are born and sweet dreams are aways true
The picture gets perfect and the world holds meaning
Sunset pushes a sunrise and a life is born
To me the time was never so on time
Until you came right into my house.
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