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If dreams are true how lovely a dream
Moonlit kisses upon a starry sky Hiding away the Milky Way Where my lady wakes The brightest of stars Upon a pillow of clouds, Floating along in a melody Her love like a cooing dove Singing her song - “Your lips like mine Drinking my sweet wine A passion to love you more Dreaming on the silken sheets, The morning breeze rising Waking my senses Lying on a cushion Covered a purple red rose." How beautiful you are my love I'm weak from passion To wake this wondrous dream, Moonlit kisses in the starry sky Shining a light on your Milky Way Dazzling stars a path of diamonds for a wedding ring to marry you - The sunlight rising peeping ahead A golden band bound in a rainbow Bursting through a heavenly glow, Angel bridesmaids two by two Dancing down the shadow At the speed of light The wedding day.
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