Garden, we walked regardless,
Together we were carefree,
Love was easy and-wordless.
Moments lost with sweet Marie.
What if I was different?
Would it still be so easy?
Or tossed like a cigarette,
Not knowing makes me queasy.
One more chance or a-thousand,
Just once I beg your pardon,
He holds your hand then bows-and…
We’ll always have the garden.
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