My Fail Dreams
In the black night i go softly
Holding those precious dreams
Against my pretty tender heart
And grave them under the shadow tree of life
My dreams love the sweet moon light
There is no evil in their white sigh
They are all shy and hide from the wicked
Till will come the spring bright
they will again shine as gold under the sun
And will cry their joy in the summer heat
As a baby who come to the life light
My frail dreams i keep them for hatching
And tenderly till they shall comme true .
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