Fairy tales and mysteries
and songs my heart once knew,
The little things that filled my dreams,
like quiet seeds that grew.
Those days are past, but not all lost,
the memories remain
of fireflies, and summer grass,
and more sunshine than rain!
Fairy tales and mysteries
and songs my heart once knew,
The little things that filled my dreams,
like quiet seeds that grew.
Those days are past, but not all lost,
the memories remain
of fireflies, and summer grass,
and more sunshine than rain!
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