Young at heart, in the garden
I keep it dark, moss covered brick, wood, and stone
Meadow lark, blossoms will harden
The sun creep in on his own
Tell you what, let's sit together
Bench by my lattice work, swing in the tree
I am coming to greet you
To love you, maybe
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But don't f** with my roses, I will tell you when
Back off my roses, untill i let you in
Till I let you in
Weather will blow leaving snow in the branches
Or rain on the ground, making mud to the knee
I'll build you a shelter, I'll boil the water
Cut saplings for stakes, sticks, willows, and a shoe string
Ain't this fun? Ain't we beautiful?
Rough up the ground, sticking splinters in me
Would you still wrap me in the dead of night
When you can't see?
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Heavy soul, in my garden
Don't you forget on who's ground you do stand
I'll tie you in vines, crushing flowers
High in the tower, set you to work with your hands
Soil on your face, leaves in your mouth singing
Sap in your hair, show me myself if you dare
Spit in my dirt, if you want to
I want it there
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