Beyond the crumbling manor of a bygone man
And the stony gaze of archaic ladies
of flowers and grain
of flowers and grain
We passed a chair large enough
To seat all my dreams of you
To light upon a canopied bench
tucked away
tucked away
Amongst the newly green
and the vibrant life
surrounding us
and the vibrant life
surrounding us
As all things were just budding
We were only just meeting
After knowing you forever
And I longed to see
This garden in full bloom.
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