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Under a blue winter sky
There stood, you and I.
The blue moon shone up above
And you sang , your song of love
Moonbeams tangled in my hair
As you touched it with a shaking hand
Your eyes kissing my heart and soul
As the sea kissed the gleaming sand
In your palm you held a treasure
And in words, I can not write
The tiny, fragrant jasmine flower
Smiling up so pure and bright.
We weaved a world, we dreamed a dream
And all was real, it did seem
The moon , the sea, the sand and we
Faded, there was nothing to see.