Things that tremble tingle like a bubble full of rainbows then... crack
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Sizzle sing and whisper when the shadows lace the moonlight whit black
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Things that crowd on climb in creep in vines in windows wind in with
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Waving whispy willow wings and breathe of wines in summertime... dreams
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Things that gow and glisten, eyes of children when they listen then... burst
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Things that touch the wistfull wish of watching someone else succeed first
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Days that dingle dangle with a million parts untangle to
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Satin stars that spangle and those sudden bells that clangle out... dreams
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I'm talkin' of daydreams
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Chocolates and ice cream
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Then I tremble tingle like a bubble full of rainbows and pop
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Scatter splitter splatter and I'm sailing on a cloud that won't stop
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Galloping and gliding on a prism we come riding and
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Sometimes half-colliding with the dragon who is flying below
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I'm talking of dydreams
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Chocolates and ice creams
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Then I tremble tingle like a bubble full of rainbows and pop
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Scatter splitter splatter and I'm sailing on a cloud that won't stop
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Galloping and gliding on a prism we come riding and
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Sometimes half-colliding with the dragon who is flying and
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I can tremble tingle like a bubble full of rainbows light
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Something came to shake me to awake me tonight
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Bubble Full Of Rainbows
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Nikka Costa |