A Vocal Fairy Tale
My Greatest Treasure From Joining The Facebook Vocal Groups
When I started on Vocal I wasnβt so sure what would happen. Since joining the Vocal Facebook groups I have received so much encouragement and love and so much interaction, that I wake up every morning amazed that I am still here, admired, loved, and appreciated.
However, the most amazing thing that has happened for me is the connection with my Muse who inspires me on a daily basis, and I miss so much when I am not with her.
I had an inquiry about a CD I have for sale on my Discogs store, the soundtrack to the film βValentineβs Dayβ and the first song on it is βToday Was A Fairytaleβ by Taylor Swift, and that song has been with me since I played it because every day with my Muse is a Fairy Tale.
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Every day I wake, I canβt believe itβs true
This fabulous fairy tale that I am with you
Your voice is so sweet and your smile is amazing
With you in my arms life is perfectly loving
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I love every second that we spend together
I am here for you and I will be forever
To kiss you is heavenly, to love you is more
To be with you is a fairy tale I adore
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I miss you when you are away, youβre in my heart
I want you with me though sometimes we are apart
I love you so much, my Muse, Iβll always be yours
And we are in love as our fairy tale endures
Every day I wake, I canβt believe itβs true
This fabulous fairy tale that I am with you
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Today Was a Fairytale is one of my favourite songs! And this is a beautiful poem!