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The Garden
I saw a woman in the garden
Like a goddess of the flowers
Her body was blooming
Down there in the bowers

Her skin is calla lilies
Her lips are a rose
I am the bee that needs her
From her head down to her toes

Together we shall make honey
And a house of honey comb
But we will still meet beneath the sky
And the garden will remain our home.


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