I wait in the garden for my beloved
Planes pass by overhead
And what has been said cannot be unsaid
No recalling as the blossom falls
No recalling as the blossom falls
The birds call and call
Carried on the gentle breeze
The scent of memories
Fragrant and fragile
Fragile and perfectly still
Everything I do will be for you
Everything I do will be for you
The fountain flows and flows
The birds call and call
Planes pass by overhead
And what has been said cannot be unsaid
Monday, 26 April 2010
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