| I look inside at the scarlet room
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| Places to hide in the dusty gloom
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| A noisy clock and a silver spoon
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| A china cup on the mantlepiece
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| Gathering dust as it did in the east
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| And just outside lies the garden of peace
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| Oh, tell me is this really true
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| Can it be, peace has come to me and you
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| Tell me over, over and over
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| Tell me is this really happening
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| Inside this world it’s beautiful
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| Peace in this garden has come true
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| A mirror pond reflects the dawn
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| Over the banks, 'cross the emerald lawn
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| A breeze has come and I’m carried along
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| So follow the path through the knowing trees
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| And each time you laugh, it is love you release
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| That love will come back in the garden of peace
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| So, tell me is this really true
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| Can it be, peace has come to me and you
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| Tell me over, over and over
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| Tell me is this really happening
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| Inside this world it’s beautiful
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| Peace in the garden has come true
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| Oh, tell me is this really true
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| Can it be, peace has come to me and you
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| Tell me over, over and over
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| Tell me is this really happening
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| Inside this world it’s beautiful
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| Peace in the garden has come true … |