Sometimes I dream away
Sitting in this dark corner of my garden
Surrounded by the things I love
Special place it is to me
In early hours of the day
Incredible silence, universe still sleeps
I wonder what life should have been
If other choices were made
Thinking of times gone by
Tender memories of children growing up
Tears shedded in dark moments
This place I call my own
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I'll take you for a stroll |
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She is showing off |
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Why am I so font of nature |
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This is where we sit in summer |
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Come, walk with me again |
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The Flower |
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Come sit on me |
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