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The Garden
I lost you in the roses
Wind flowing through your hair
Transposed in self delusion
Sustained by nature’s care

Criminal you steal away
Like a thief without a care
Slip your sins between the thorns
Folded feelings you could never share

I will not search the garden
I will not tidy-up your bed
I will not afford another moment
Of you rapt within my head

Time of benevolence and you have past
I've loved, anguished and tried
While some of me has lived
Most of me has died

This garden full of beauty
The roses which it bore
Can never be the same love
As were the days of yore

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