by Jimi Hendrix
Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Not too long ago
Misty blue and lilac too
Never to grow old
There you were under the tree of song
Sleeping so peacefully
In your hand a flower played
Waiting there for me
I have never laid eyes on you
Not like before this timeless day
But you woke and you smiled my name
And you stole my heart away
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