Replace the flowers, if you please
Through the valley and around the way,
A compassionate, loving garden waits.
Solitude, my dear friend, when will you come see me?
It's kindness that greets, so, I'll sit down and visit.
Reflections pick up the pace through a blue sky, I cry
Maybe I'll flourish, maybe I'll die.
Soothe me the door and the sound of my soul
A secret seldom shared
A love forevermore
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