The Secret Garden
The garden's leaves are pale and old
The tree is weary in the backyard
The sun and the moon are in the black uniform
My heart leaves ;it is forever sold
I ain't free, alone in the scary graveyard
The tomb and the doom hitted with their storm
My heart weeps; my tears became cold
I count three,the tone is hoarsy it is hardly hard
To count my called days ,I envy the worm
Devouring your body that to you I've sold
I wish to that world you bought me a card
Without me ,the body ain't complete in form
This garden's leaves are pale but hold
My love,my life is burried as his in the graveyard
My mourning is eternal,in the black uniform
My life's curtains got forever down
The dawn is to never leave my town
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