In the Garden

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In the garden I dream,
But not of anything.
I sit in the grass,
With tall flowers towering gently over me.
I can hear the birds,
I can smell the roses,
I can feel the warm breeze passing by,
I can see clouds in the shape of animals
I can taste the free feeling that comforts me,
In the garden.





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