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The Garden

Behind shadows, behind fingers
I´m hiding my true passion
To be, to be alone
In my garden, in its corners
I´m looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark

Open the gate, it´s the rigth time
Let the wind makes a ring the trees
Let the shadows move on the ways
I´m entering the tomb of tales

Here you find revived puppets
One of them is you
I´m coming to everyone like the trees and feelings
Here you find - maybe yourself

Behind shadows, behind fingers
I´m hiding my true passion
To be, to be alone
In my garden, in its corners
I´m looking for the path of my thoughts in the dark


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