there is a garden where I can meet myself
I see who dig a hole in the ground to dig himself
Dear friend remind we all have something to dig
And now we must extract what hurts us Now I try to mend a feather
while whatever leaves the rails
Maybe I am a nothing maker?
hard to please
I mend my thoughts
but this is harder than mending feathers
I've always a garden
Where my weakness I can keep
As time goes by I run to
Play hide and seek
Dear "Love" I try not to have
Something to dig
But I think what it' s for
If I set free love
I think what it' s for
If I must control love
Now I try to mend a feather
while whatever leaves the rails
Maybe I am a nothing maker?
hard to please
I mend my thoughts
but this is harder than mending feathers
Now I try to mend a feather
while whatever leaves the rails
Maybe I am a nothing maker?
hard to please
I mend my thoughts
but this is harder than mending feathers
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