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Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These...
Sweet dreams are made
from these,
No matter who they are
suppose to please.
Big red balloons
floating into the sky,
That last tear drop
that comes from the eye.
Wild flowers swaying
in an open field,
Some body in love that
lifted the shield.
A baby's giggle in the
early morn,
God bless the day he
was born.
A man and a woman who
kiss for the first time,
The very first taste of
that sweet wine.
The child who conquers
the first math problem,
Feeling like he is not
so dumb.
The first smell of spring
the flowers in bloom,
Winter into spring chased
away all the gloom.
No matter who they will
please,
Sweet dreams are made
of these.
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