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the gardener

Posted By on febbraio 6, 2017 in Diary |

the gardener

I know your hidden garden
I guess your sweet wife doesn’t know
I know your secret garden
everyone has a place to go
oh George
you are the gardener
d’you think you can bury it all?
It’s getting harder
could it be right to let it grow?
oh George

Summer is gone
you’ll see
rain will come to cure your dry heart
and to wash away all the mistakes you’ve done
and to make grow up weeds you put inside the ground

Red roses for eternal love
Daffodils for the vanity
Ivy covers secrets and lies
Beside grave-yard cypresses cry

George it’s time to understand you’re old enough …