In a Sunken Garden
In the sunken garden of love,
Pure water is conserved.
For-get-me-nots grow from above.
Fragrant roses are served.
Love will make our scent sing,
Birds fly and thrill with zing,
I feel i am a king.
Time up says the warden,
In the sunken garden.
Quietus
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