Nicholas Pike - Sweet Dreams of Joy

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Soft, softly hear from a whisper so near Slowly stirring sweet muses from night's fall Round, round and around Suddenly soaring higher, higher pleasing sound Sweet air be mine Burning ever yearning over rhyme Spreading whispers of desire Resisting and pressing and finding the road to salvation Ah sweet fragrance of joy Ah Fly, fly so high over time slipping by In a flow of desire reawakened Bells suddenly sound Bound to a wild and stirring ride into the halls of dreams to come Burning ever yearning over rhyme Spreading whispers of desire Resisting and pressing and finding the road to salvation Ah, sweet fragrance of joy Ah Sweet dreams of joy Sweet dreams of joy Sweet dreams of joy
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