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(M. Riperton, R. Rudolph) The ripples run into the sun, and your smile blends with the clouds that flutter by me, As I sit on the edge of a dream; What do I see? What do I see? I see the children playing in the sun, and there is love enough for each and every one... As I sit on the edge of a dream, that's what I see! That's what I see... Things that might be, if we look, we just might see; Paint the world so brightly, let our freedom ring... Merry-go-round without a sound, I hear your song in the breeze that rock-a-byes me, As I sit on the edge of a dream; What do I see? What do I see? Mmm, I see the Lord inside of everyone; can it be my dream will really come? As I sit on the edge of a dream, that's what I see! That's what I see... Things that might be, if we look, we just might see; Paint the world so brightly, let our freedom ring... And here comes the morning sun; I wonder if my dream will really come... As I sit on the edge of a dream, that's what I see! That's what I see... From Letras Mania