| There is a garden
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| Something like the shadow of a butterfly
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| And lies beyond the gates of dark and light
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| And darling, it belongs to me
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| And when you go there
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| There will be such laughter in the dimpled sky
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| The songs you sing
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| Will drive away the night
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| The magic garden
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| Has a way of making you feel free
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| It’s the place I’ve made for you
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| From match-boxes and cards and dominoes
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| And it won’t fall down
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| And when your dreaming vanishes
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| Like snowflakes in the summer sky
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| Melts away in darkness
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| And you don’t know why the magic garden
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| Waits without the gates wide open
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| And darlin', I’ll be standin' just inside
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| And when your dreaming vanishes
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| Like snowflakes in the summer sky
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| Melts away in darkness
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| And you don’t know why the magic garden
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| Waits without the gates wide open
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| And darlin', I’ll be standin' just inside
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| It’s so soft and warm
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| Behind those hedges
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| No hard edges
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| No hard edges
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| There is a garden
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| Vanishes like snowflakes in the summer sky
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| Melts away in darkness
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| And you don’t know why the magic garden
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| Waits without the gates wide open
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| And darlin', I’ll be standin' just inside |