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© Paul Viel 2002 |
Between Sunshine and Moonbeams
There is a shadow of gold In a place where nothing is as it seems Where the green grass grows witches And the witches grow dreams
Dreams of a new life Life without fear She touches like heaven And green sea foam beer
Soft as the velvet That grows on the trees Whispering truth Like the cool evening breeze
Lay with me lady Bring all my true dreams To violet completion Between sunshine and moonbeams |