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My Garden
3 Reviewsa place i know far too well
Deep in my mind there is a dark place
As cold and empty as the blackness of space
A place where only the rage grows
Sowed from the seeds of all my woes
A place where it's night at every hour
And there are thorns on every flower
It is a place where no children play
And the emptiness engulfs every day
A place were dreams die and hearts harden
So how about it, want to walk in my garden?
As cold and empty as the blackness of space
A place where only the rage grows
Sowed from the seeds of all my woes
A place where it's night at every hour
And there are thorns on every flower
It is a place where no children play
And the emptiness engulfs every day
A place were dreams die and hearts harden
So how about it, want to walk in my garden?
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