Again I find myself in the garden
The flowers are not the same anymore
Many birds come here to sing even
But that special one does not stay here more
We sang together, we lived together
Everything was fine but it went around
We have all grow, much changed for better
Now I want more than just a round
The pain has gone now get back at home
I want you so bad, come on don’t be sad
We shall meet again my friend, or it will be bad
After all you have not broke that wall
you still need to change some of that all
Or how can it not always finish the same?
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