Theres a stone garden were my lover lies
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The flowers never grow they bloom there and die
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Much like the day when the earth was stilled up and tears in my eyes
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To the brim they filled up
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Days and night pass but stilt I must go to lay in the grass and weep by the willows
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In the stone garden the garden the garden were both seeds are planted but nothing sprouts up
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In the stone garden, the garden, the garden, the love lays for ever then turns in to dust
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Some days I put on my Sunday best and take a picture in your favorites dress
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To lay in beside your permanent bed to re pleas the one whose been blown with the wind
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Days and nights pass but still I must go to lay in your dress and weep by the willow
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In the stone garden the garden the garden were both seeds are planted but nothing sprouts up
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In the stone garden, the garden, the garden, the love lays for ever then turns in to dust
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Well I know you want me to live out my life but I have no porpoise no reason to try so
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I'll lay right here till that good chariot comes in the stone garden
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In the stone garden the garden the garden were both seeds are planted but nothing sprouts up
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In the stone garden, the garden, the garden, the love lays for ever then turns in to dust
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In the stone garden the garden the garden were both seeds are planted but nothing sprouts up
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In the stone garden, the garden, the garden, it's growing and blowing with lovers like us
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Stonegarden
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Priscilla Renea |