The Soft Touch Of Berlin Guitar Falling
Giardini Di Mirò
So this life is not what I
imagined it would be
My hopes, my dreams consume, it seems
my youth for something better
I blink my eye and time flies by
and days are gone forever
It all comes down to little things
that sparkle colours bright
It all comes down to pleasures found
that fill my dreams at night
Warmth is in the sunshine
a smile from a stranger
the gentle drizzle of Scottish rain
kisses from a lover
colours of the clouds
laughter with a friend
dreams mingle with rainbows
harmony in solitude
Gather your gold each day
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