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Secret Garden

Behind the doors 

Of the labyrinth

Is the secret garden

Of iris and amaranth

Minotaur tended alone

With tears of sorrow

For the love denied

With the joy of beauty

The flowers brought

To the heart of gold

Basked in the hope

That one day love

Would find him anon. 

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