Walking Through The Morning Dew
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Jayne Louise Davies
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Drifting into slumber deep,
There you are beside the stream,
Missing you I often weep,
Greatful for this precious dream.
The sun that shines in meadow green,
Takes my very breath away,
For there you stand a splendid scene,
You give a smile and walk my way.
I want to stay, don't want to wake,
In this my dream I'm here with you,
And here I walk, your hand I take,
Amidst the lovely morning dew.
Jayne Louise Davies
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