I talk to the trees,
But they don't listen to me.
I talk to the stars,
But they never hear me.
The breeze hasn't time,
To stop, and hear what I say.
I talk to them all,
In vain.
Suddenly my words,
Reach someone else's ear.
At someone else's heart,
Strings too.
I tell you my dreams,
And while you're listening to me.
I suddenly see them,
Come true.
I can see us on an April night,
Sipping brandy underneath the stars.
Reading poems in the candlelight,
Through the strumming of guitars.
I will tell you all the books I've read,
And the way I met the king of France.
Then I'll send the servants off to bed,
And I'll ask you for a dance.
But suddenly my words,
Reach someone else's ear.
Touch someone else's heart,
Strings too.
I tell you my dreams,
And while you're listening to me.
I suddenly see them,
Come true.
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