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Where are all the joys of yesterday? |
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Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared? |
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Gone, like our childhood dreams, |
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aspirations and beliefs; |
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time is a thief, and he ravages our gardens, |
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stripping saplings, felling trees, |
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trampling on our flowers, |
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sucking sap and drying seeds. |
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In the midnight candle-light of experience |
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all colour fades, green fingers grey. |
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Time, alone, shall murder all the flowers, |
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still, there's time to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'. |
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How much worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs |
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and keep our gardens privately? |
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Its getting colder, wind and rain leave gashes; |
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looking back, I only see the friends I've lost. |
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Fires smoulder, raking through the ashes |
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my hands are dirty, my mind is numb, |
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I count the cost of 'I': |
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"I need to get on, I've got to tend my garden; |
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got to shut you out, no time to crave your pardon now". |
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Now I see the garden that I've grown is |
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just the same as those outside; |
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the fences that, erected to protect, simply divide.... |
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There's ruination everywhere, |
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the weather has played havoc with the grass... |
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does anyone believe his garden's really going to last? |
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In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own? |
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Is there any pleasure in a solitary growth? |
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Come and see my garden if you will, |
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I'd like someone to see it all before each root is killed. |
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Surely now its time to open up each life to all, |
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tear down the walls, if it's not too late! |
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There is so much sorrow in the world, |
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there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain. |
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Somewhere on the road we have all taken a wrong turn... |
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how can we build the right path again? |
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Through the grief, through the pain, |
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our flowers need each other's rain.... |