In the garden as the flowers grow
my heart weeps like the willows
as my tears fall down like the rain
it waters the garden but not the pain
my love for you was like a sweet red rose
and now the petals are withered and dark
just like my poor not beating heart
where did all the flowers go
why doesn't my garden grow
does my heart beat again
can it grow from within
the door to my garden and my heart was locked long ago
with a key that shall never be found
that maybe buried deep, deep, down under the icy ground
thy door never opened for the light to warm
thy garden and thee heart shall never love, so all is warned
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