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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