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The light from sun enhances the world of the dreams 

The light from sun 

enhances the world 

of the fantasy  

A world where there are many birds angels flowers animals and fairies butterflies flying in the garden among the flowers 

Oh darling I didn't know that the angels are here 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers from the clouds 

Oh darling I didn't know angels are here 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers from the clouds 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers on the mountains 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers on the mountains 

Here at home there is a mirror 

I see they are here 

Here at home there is a mirror 

I see they are here 

But the world refuses to want to see him 

When they sleep they appear to be unconscious 

But their ghost is here 

We need to see something different for our hearts to believe 

I was unfamiliar with painting, poetry and sculpture 

I was unaware of the strange image of the universe 

But I see the serene

 to flow in the flowers 

But I see the serene

 to flow in the flowers 

the night turns into a night of dreams night of sculpture painting and poems art will never die 

It was worth the effort to look for it within me 

the night turns into a night of dreams night of sculpture painting and poems art will never die 

valley the pity the effort 

to look for it inside me

Even though my dreams will never come true 

The learning was worth it, but my dreams are never-ending

The light from sun enhances the world of the dreams 

The light from sun 

enhances the world 

of the fantasy  

A world where there are many birds angels flowers animals and fairies butterflies flying in the garden among the flowers 

Oh darling I didn't know that the angels are here 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers from the clouds 

Oh darling I didn't know angels are here 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers from the clouds 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers on the mountains 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers on the mountains 

Here at home there is a mirror 

I see they are here 

Here at home there is a mirror 

I see they are here 

But the world refuses to want to see him 

When they sleep they appear to be unconscious 

But their ghost is here 

We need to see something different for our hearts to believe 

I was unfamiliar with painting, poetry and sculpture 

I was unaware of the strange image of the universe 

But I see the serene

 to flow in the flowers 

But I see the serene

 to flow in the flowers 

the night turns into a night of dreams night of sculpture painting and poems art will never die 

It was worth the effort to look for it within me 

the night turns into a night of dreams night of sculpture painting and poems art will never die 

valley the pity the effort 

to look for it inside me

Even though my dreams will never come true 

The learning was worth it, but my dreams are never-ending

A luz do sol realça o mundo dos sonhos 

A luz do sol 

melhora o mundo 

da fantasia  

Um mundo onde existem muitos pássaros, anjos, flores, animais e fadas, borboletas voando no jardim entre as flores 

Oh querido, eu não sabia que os anjos estão aqui 

Eu não sabia que eles continuavam jogando flores das nuvens 

Oh querido, eu não sabia que os anjos estavam aqui 

Eu não sabia que eles continuavam jogando flores das nuvens 

Eu não sabia que eles continuavam jogando flores nas montanhas 

Eu não sabia que eles continuavam jogando flores nas montanhas 

Aqui em casa tem um espelho 

Eu vejo que eles estão aqui 

Aqui em casa tem um espelho 

Eu vejo que eles estão aqui 

Mas o mundo se recusa a querer vê-lo 

Quando dormem, parecem estar inconscientes 

Mas o fantasma deles está aqui 

Precisamos ver algo diferente para nossos corações acreditarem 

Eu não estava familiarizado com pintura, poesia e escultura 

Eu não tinha conhecimento da estranha imagem do universo 

Mas eu vejo o sereno

 fluir nas flores 

Mas eu vejo o sereno

 fluir nas flores 

a noite se transforma em uma noite de sonhos noite de esculturas pinturas e poemas a arte nunca morrerá 

Valeu a pena o esforço de procurá-lo dentro de mim 

a noite se transforma em uma noite de sonhos noite de esculturas pinturas e poemas a arte nunca morrerá 

vale a pena o esforço 

procurá-lo dentro de mim

Mesmo que meus sonhos nunca se tornem realidade 

O aprendizado valeu a pena, mas meus sonhos não têm fim

The light from sun enhances the world of the dreams 

The light from sun 

enhances the world 

of the fantasy  

A world where there are many birds angels flowers animals and fairies butterflies flying in the garden among the flowers 

Oh darling I didn't know that the angels are here 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers from the clouds 

Oh darling I didn't know angels are here 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers from the clouds 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers on the mountains 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers on the mountains 

Here at home there is a mirror 

I see they are here 

Here at home there is a mirror 

I see they are here 

But the world refuses to want to see him 

When they sleep they appear to be unconscious 

But their ghost is here 

We need to see something different for our hearts to believe 

I was unfamiliar with painting, poetry and sculpture 

I was unaware of the strange image of the universe 

But I see the serene

 to flow in the flowers 

But I see the serene

 to flow in the flowers 

the night turns into a night of dreams night of sculpture painting and poems art will never die 

It was worth the effort to look for it within me 

the night turns into a night of dreams night of sculpture painting and poems art will never die 

valley the pity the effort 

to look for it inside me

Even though my dreams will never come true 

The learning was worth it, but my dreams are never-ending

The light from sun enhances the world of the dreams 

The light from sun 

enhances the world 

of the fantasy  

A world where there are many birds angels flowers animals and fairies butterflies flying in the garden among the flowers 

Oh darling I didn't know that the angels are here 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers from the clouds 

Oh darling I didn't know angels are here 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers from the clouds 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers on the mountains 

I didn't know they kept throwing flowers on the mountains 

Here at home there is a mirror 

I see they are here 

Here at home there is a mirror 

I see they are here 

But the world refuses to want to see him 

When they sleep they appear to be unconscious 

But their ghost is here 

We need to see something different for our hearts to believe 

I was unfamiliar with painting, poetry and sculpture 

I was unaware of the strange image of the universe 

But I see the serene

 to flow in the flowers 

But I see the serene

 to flow in the flowers 

the night turns into a night of dreams night of sculpture painting and poems art will never die 

It was worth the effort to look for it within me 

the night turns into a night of dreams night of sculpture painting and poems art will never die 

valley the pity the effort 

to look for it inside me

Even though my dreams will never come true 

The learning was worth it, but my dreams are never-ending

A luz do sol realça o mundo dos sonhos 

A luz do sol 

melhora o mundo 

da fantasia  

Um mundo onde existem muitos pássaros, anjos, flores, animais e fadas, borboletas voando no jardim entre as flores 

Oh querido, eu não sabia que os anjos estão aqui 

Eu não sabia que eles continuavam jogando flores das nuvens 

Oh querido, eu não sabia que os anjos estavam aqui 

Eu não sabia que eles continuavam jogando flores das nuvens 

Eu não sabia que eles continuavam jogando flores nas montanhas 

Eu não sabia que eles continuavam jogando flores nas montanhas 

Aqui em casa tem um espelho 

Eu vejo que eles estão aqui 

Aqui em casa tem um espelho 

Eu vejo que eles estão aqui 

Mas o mundo se recusa a querer vê-lo 

Quando dormem, parecem estar inconscientes 

Mas o fantasma deles está aqui 

Precisamos ver algo diferente para nossos corações acreditarem 

Eu não estava familiarizado com pintura, poesia e escultura 

Eu não tinha conhecimento da estranha imagem do universo 

Mas eu vejo o sereno

 fluir nas flores 

Mas eu vejo o sereno

 fluir nas flores 

a noite se transforma em uma noite de sonhos noite de esculturas pinturas e poemas a arte nunca morrerá 

Valeu a pena o esforço de procurá-lo dentro de mim 

a noite se transforma em uma noite de sonhos noite de esculturas pinturas e poemas a arte nunca morrerá 

vale a pena o esforço 

procurá-lo dentro de mim

Mesmo que meus sonhos nunca se tornem realidade 

O aprendizado valeu a pena, mas meus sonhos não têm fim

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