These crooning breezes ask where you are
You're in the pompon, you're in the floweret
or you're in the trail of my dreams.
The quarry and azure are as beautiful as a reverie
Our nest lies somewhere within, oh my life's crony
But this house of chimera is jilted without you
Breeze in to me, breeze in!
My heart glides and jives with you
I must avow you, my love, all the bliss and dread of my zest
A caravan of joys along the trail of dreams
Breeze in, breeze in!
Beautiful !!
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