Från Min Sötnos
Lasse skickade en dikt till mig idag, via sms. De bästa är att han hade fått stänga av ordlistan för att skriva den, och Ja, han skickade hela, och han fick skriva den bokstav för bokstav.
Förstår ni nu varför jag älskar min sötnos?
Whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.
Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.
In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.
A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you're never gone.
Where you're never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I day dream.
And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
Vem som har gjort den vetefasen, men fin är den :)
Förstår ni nu varför jag älskar min sötnos?
Whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.
Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.
In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.
A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you're never gone.
Where you're never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I day dream.
And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.
Vem som har gjort den vetefasen, men fin är den :)
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