The Secret Garden
Wild Violet, let me alone,
I choose to grow where my seed was sown,
In these selfsame woods,
Where my roots call home,
Dear Morning Glory,
True Tulip,
I won't let you go,
Not for any Roses in The Garden,
Where they wish me so;
But yet, there lingers that selfsame fear,
That come winter-time,
Frail petals shall give way,
And dissapear,
If only to The Garden could we go,
And grow old together,
Forevermore.
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