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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

echoes inside Withered roses will never bloom again Carry my weight: Those memories of you! Once I felt that you loved me These days are over, now we're through Our secret garden

[Cosette stands in her garden on Rue Plumet.] Cosette How strange, this feeling that my life's begun at last This change, can people really fall in

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

of sacred pillows With your sacred list of children And the wall where you drew windows Overlooking tiny gardens Cut in half by jagged mountains And the secret

on ye hill where shadow wings fell wind rose ye to song and we plung'd in its deep and in plaitiv waterfall depths evanescent recollection ov atavisms secret

voice My words are like silk and my tears are like yours Falling from the sky from which the lost can find love amidst the pain Love is like a song you

the distance, your life in the wings Who knows what emotions it will bring But the secrets you hold will help you through anything (ah-ah) you'll find your secret garden