Boots were of leather, a breath of cologne
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the mirror was a window she sat by alone.
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All around the garden grew scarlet and purple and crimson and blue.
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She came dead and she went, and at last went away, the garden was sealed when the
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flowers decayed.
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On the wall of the garden a legend did say, no one may come here since no one may
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stay.
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Rosemary
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| Grateful Dead |
