The Garden
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i wonder when we are alone
in the secret garden we roam
windless, dying like a tomb,
searching for a place to hide,
does the flower feel the pain
when the shepherd stops the rain?
does she ever feel alone
fighting and struggling on her own
she knows she will lose one day
but she keeps fighting anyway
she thinks that the lord sees her
and one day he'll put his mercy upon her
but if there's no jesus christ
who would irrigate them poor
who whould save them from hell
who whould stop them fading to black?
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