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There is a garden |
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Something like the shadow of a butterfly |
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And lies beyond the gates of dark and light |
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And, darling, it belongs to me |
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When you go there |
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There will be such laughter in the dimpled sky |
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The songs you sing will drive away the night |
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The magic garden has a way of making you feel free |
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It's the place I've made for you |
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From match-boxes and cards and dominoes |
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And it won't fall down |
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And when your dreaming vanishes |
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Like snowflakes in the summer sky |
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Melts away in darkness |
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And you don't know why the magic garden |
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Waits without the gates wide open |
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And, darling, I'll be standin' just inside |
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And when your dreaming vanishes |
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Like snowflakes in the summer sky |
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Melts away in darkness |
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And you don't know why the magic garden |
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Waits without the gates wide open |
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And, darling, I'll be standin' just inside |
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It's so soft and warm |
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Behind those hedges |
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No hard edges, no hard edges |
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There is a garden |
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Vanishes like snowflakes in the summer sky |
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Melts away in darkness |
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And you don't know why the magic garden |
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Waits without the gates wide open |
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And, darling, I'll be standin' just inside |
