At The Gate Of The Palace Of Dreams Composer(s): Chas Baer - Johann C. Schmid
From the end of the world you come to me, while stars their vigil keep, when the toil and moil of a dreary day, has wearied me to sleep
Every flower in the far off land of dreams, must vanish with the morn; but you'll blush and bloom in this heart of mine, a rose without a thorn
Then we meet at the gate of the palace of dreams, that opes with a golden key at the edge of the world where the love star beams beams a welcome for you and for me where every breeze is a winged perfume each flower a jewel seems and the light in your eyes that I prize never dies at the gate of the palace of dreams
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