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Darkness fell upon the garden
as i sadly sat alone
dreaming of the end of summer
and again the end of home
our love was like a flowing river
deeper still than what it seemed
it consumed my waking hours
creeping deep into my dreams
Darkness fell upon the garden
as i sadly sat alone
dreaming of the end of summer
and again the end of home
our love was like a flowing river
deeper still than what it seemed
it consumed my waking hours
creeping deep into my dreams