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A Song From Secret Garden

Bop-bop-a-whoa Ain't no song like an old song, Charlie Bop-bop-a-whoa There ain't no song like an old song, Charlie Bop-bop-a-whoa There ain't no time

time died the love of my life Wounds cut so deep: Will I ever forget that you crept away like a thief in the night? And I'm standing on top of a mountain

when I catch in the silence The sigh of a faraway song And it sings Of a world that I long to see Out of reach Just a whisper away Waiting for me! Does

as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm, he said "I beg your pardon but this is my secret garden" All

And set this song into flight In this age that lacks of grace Where poets die and leave no trace Do I toil this night long All for a rhyme, all for a song

windows Overlooking tiny gardens Cut in half by jagged mountains And the secret sacred sharing That went on beside the fountain Where the water waits forever For a

peace a wounded man Out of sight and out of mind The devil's staircase winding high Make it secret make it sudden And the family garden wakes to frosty

Sliding through the secret garden, I beg the pardons Regarding the odds with my snake, he's such a slut And every will of God it gets marked as a winner

: Home. I have no home. MARY: Martha says that you're in Paris. ARCHIBALD: It's a house, child. MARY: Is that very far away? ARCHIBALD: It's just a