More in fear than in anger
Still the girl lost in time
She kept a pretty garden
With the sweetness of secrets
In a labyrinth of a thousand stories
Wondrous, rather than gorgeous
As a path to the garden was mysterious.
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More in fear than in anger
Still the girl lost in time
She kept a pretty garden
With the sweetness of secrets
In a labyrinth of a thousand stories
Wondrous, rather than gorgeous
As a path to the garden was mysterious.
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