A spoonful of sapphires
And shards of mauve
Lost in a glass bubble of me
Lost in a glass bubble of you
And the rain will wash us away
And it is not what it could be
If a dream could sail through
If the hours could tell a story
If the old lady had a basket full of dreams
If the cobble paved puddles danced in tune
Lost in a glass bubble of me
Lost in a glass bubble of you
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