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There is an ancient,
Ancient garden that I see
Sometimes in my dreams
A place with no time
Where the sunlight plays and glows again
With spectral gleams in the shadows

Where the gaudy tinted blossoms seem
And the crumbling walls waken thoughts of yesterday

There are vines in nooks and gold skulls
In the silently sunken smell the fragance in the air

There is an ancient,
Ancient garden that I see
Sometimes in my dreams
A place with no time
Where the sunlight plays and glows again
With spectral gleams in the shadows

There is not a living creature
In the lonely space around
As I walk, and wait, and listen
I will often seek to find

As I gaze upon the grey, grey scenes I feel I knew before
Then a sadness settles over me and tremor seems to start

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